The night had grown windy; their steps harsh on the stone path. She followed Victor to the car so she could speak to him out of earshot of the others. The beep from the car, cut through the air suddenly and made her jump; she hoped Victor hadn’t noticed. Come on, Enora. Get a grip.

“Victor, you don’t have to stay. I know you want to be there to interrogate that shifter. To figure this out,” she began.

He didn’t look at her as he opened the trunk to retrieve a ...