It was around 4:30 in the evening when Hunter came to pick her up.

Mirabella was curled up on the living room sofa, half-interested in a random show flickering on the television. The sound of a car outside drew her attention. She got up from where she was sitting, curiosity prickling at her chest, and walked to the window. Pulling the curtain aside just slightly, her breath caught for the briefest second.

A sleek white car had pulled up in front of Hilda’s house, the kind of car that ...