Brittany's POV

The house is quiet except for the soft hum of the dryer finishing its cycle.

I pull the warm towels out, breathing in the clean scent of detergent.

It's late—past midnight—but I couldn't sleep. Not with Alexander still out on patrol, not with Cora's words still circling in my head like vultures.

'You smell different.'

I shake it off, reaching up to put the towels on the highest shelf in the walk-in closet that doubles as our laundry ...