I paced the living room, Rhys nestled in my arms as we waited for Lyra to arrive. Every shadow made me jump, every slight noise had me whipping my head around. The weight of the threat against my son felt crushing.
"She'll be here soon," Kaelen assured me, his large frame positioned near the window, scanning the terrain below with predatory focus.
"How could someone get that note into our home? Past all your security?" I couldn't keep the accusation from my voice. This was supposed to be our fortress.
Kaelen's jaw tightened. "I'm going to find out. Whoever it was won't live long enough to regret it."
The door burst open without warning, making me clutch Rhys tighter. Ronan strode in with Lyra following close behind. Her hair was disheveled, eyes wide with concern and confusion. She wore a hastily thrown-on sweater over pajama pants.
"What's happening?" she demanded, crossing straight to me. "Ronan practically dragged me out of bed."
