"Why move here? Why to the Everly estate? Why pretend to be so perfectly ordinary? And what exactly did Ron see when he looked at Nova?"
Samantha's hybrid senses hummed with curiosity—and caution. Something about the boy's gaze lingered in her mind like a question written in disappearing ink.
Callum's wing brushed her side lightly. "He's observing. That much is obvious. But what, exactly? That's harder to discern." His voice was quiet, but the heat beneath his words made her spine tingle.
He wasn't speaking just to her; the energy threaded through the bond, whispering possession, protection, and—if she dared acknowledge it—desire.
Marcus stepped closer, one hand brushing hers as he adjusted the lapel of his jacket. His fingers lingered, deliberate, a reminder of the unspoken connection threading through the group.
