“I’m telling you, it’s a setup,” Renn growled, pacing the length of the living room rug. He kept glancing toward the stairs where Mia was currently blasting music and Theo was likely Triple-checking his reflection.
“We have an unidentified SUV circling the school and a four-ton beam falling on people at the library. Letting them go to a public carnival is like putting a ‘Free Meal’ sign on their backs.”
Gage looked up from the wooden chair he was repairing, a bored expression on his face. “Renn, for the love of the Moon, sit down. You’re giving me a headache.”
“He’s not wrong to be cautious,” Liora said, though she looked torn as she watched Thorne sit peacefully by the fireplace.
Thorne adjusted his spectacles, his voice calm and grounding. “Give them a break, Renn. The boy is fiftee
