Heaven stood between Layne and Dylan near the sliding glass door. As soon as she and Layne came downstairs, her husband ushered them to their current spot. He made Layne swear to whisk her away at the first sign of trouble. Her Keeper agreed, but not until Dylan promised to go back for Adalyn.
Between their rapid vibrations, it was impossible to read whoever had arrived. Dylan and Layne had to be stressing about nothing. It wasn’t as if The Fallen would come knocking on the door like the Avon lady, asking politely to see her.
Mason came into view as she shifted her attention to the sofa where her mom was sitting. When he glanced at her, the curl of his lips signaled no danger awaited them.
“It’s okay, guys. She’s safe. I believe our guests are someone you know and trust.”
Neither Dylan
