AVA’S POV

The house felt different that evening. The shadows seemed darker, and moved even when nothing was there.

My fingers traced over the locks on the front door, checked, and double-checked. It was a tightness in my chest I couldn’t shake.

I had told myself a thousand times that I was safe, that the triplets were safe, that Nicholas was there.

But nothing could make the gnawing feeling in my stomach go away.

I moved from window to window, peeked out, scanned the street below.

I ...