Maria Santos had been working as a supernatural nanny for three years, but she'd never encountered anything quite like the Blackwood household.
It wasn't just that five-year-old Luna could make flowers bloom with her touch, or that sometimes the clocks in her room ran backwards for no apparent reason. Maria had worked with enhanced children before—werewolf cubs who shifted in their sleep, young witches whose emotions triggered minor electrical storms, even a selkie child who could breathe underwater at age four.
What made Luna different was the sense that she was always listening to conversations no one else could hear.
"Nap time, little moon," Maria said softly, pulling the silver curtains closed in Luna's bedroom. The afternoon sun filtering through the fabric cast everything in a dreamy, ethereal glow that seemed perfect for a child who lived between worlds.
