Evan stays by the window, arms crossed, staring out into the dark courtyard. Jadon sits on the edge of the desk, watching him with that calm, steady presence she always carries.

He doesn’t turn when he speaks. “You think she’ll be alright with him?” Jadon smiles faintly.

“Jace isn’t exactly subtle, but he’s gentle. She’ll be fine.” Evan finally looks at her, studying her face for a moment longer than necessary.

Jadon smiles faintly. “She’s stronger than she thinks. And ...