The hallway beyond Harrison's study was chillier than normal. Leya caught wind of it before she'd even made it there—so to speak as if the walls had sensed that something would crack soon.

She'd only just pushed the door open the whole way when already she could see him.

Harrison sat slumped beside the fire, legs apart, one fist clenched, the other around the mantelpiece. His cheek was turned away, half-shrouded in darkness under flickering firelight. It cast a shadow over the lines ...