The night was supposed to be quiet.

Carson had driven Justina home after another grinding meeting with investigators, hours of retelling the fire, the betrayal, and the truth about Sloane’s legacy. By the time they reached the house, both were exhausted enough to collapse where they stood.

But the universe had other plans.

The moment Carson unlocked the door, he felt a shift in the air.

A presence.A warning.

Justina sensed it too. Her shoulders tensed. “Someone’s been here.”

Not ...