w, as she stood outside his door with her gun holstered and her instincts on high alert, she felt something entirely different. Not grief. Not nostalgia. A warn

t the energy shift like a ripple across water. Whoever it was, they didn't come with kindness. She moved with purpose, quietly stepping into the living room.

nt. "You're not from around here," Jules said flatly, arms crossed. Selara tilted her head, her voice calm but cold. "Neither are you." The air between them crackled not w

ng on?" Selara stepped back, and Jules took one last long look at her before turning to Kieran. "Just checking in," she said, her voice clipped. But as she walked past him, s