Eddie jerked his head up with a sharp breath and blinked hard. The once-blue sky was now the color of smoke, the engine that had lulled him into a stupor was now still, and Kaeva, who’d sat beside him as stiff as a flag pole, was now stalking off in the direction of a—Eddie tilted his head and focused—mini house? It seemed bizarrely small for a man who was so tall and strong and just, well, big. The entire structure probably could have fit in his mother’s dining room, give or take a couple of corners.
Leading up to the front porch was a simple path, nothing more than crushed stone, but it was carefully tended and not a single weed grew within the narrow walkway. In front of the porch rested two garden beds, one on each side of the six steps that led up to the door, and even in the fading
