Loriann watched her granddaughter sleeping, her red hair spread wildly across her pillow. She had been sleeping better lately. She was usually up late and then up again early, out for a run. Now she was falling asleep soon after returning from the café and only rousing once her alarm sounded.

She could smell the hunter’s scent all over her. She wanted to confront her, but she didn’t want to push her away like she did her daughter. Loriann closed the door and walked down the ...