Grayson's POV

It happened on a Tuesday in February, in six inches of new snow, with no warning at all.

Selene was four years old and had been outside for twenty minutes because she'd decided the snow required her personal attention. I was watching from the porch. This was not unusual — I watched her the way I watched all of them, but Selene had an additional quality that required a specific kind of attention. She moved through the world like she was listening to something no ...