My heart beat fast, but I didn’t show it. I forced myself to stay calm, to act as if his sudden appearance meant nothing at all—even when every nerve in my body screamed otherwise. My breath caught in my throat as Ezekiel’s sharp eyes swept over the room, landing on Marga, then on me, then finally on Elijah. The faint smile that touched his lips wasn’t warm. It was calculating.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice steady, even though my hands trembled at my sides.

He ...