Lucas's POV

I sit on the edge of the bed. My hands grip my knees. Moonlight cuts through the window and slices across the floor.

Logan paces near the dresser. His footsteps are too quiet. Too controlled.

"Something's off about them." His jaw tightens. "Dimitri and Margaret. The whole visit felt wrong."

Thor snarls in my mind. I nod. "They're hiding something."

Moira shifts against the pillows. Her hand rests on her ...