Selene didn’t blink.
She stared at the paused security footage. The masked figure was barely a blur in the frame, a shadow wrapped in black, slipping through the service door while Lazarus played his twisted games in plain sight. The image cut out seconds later, as if they knew exactly where the blind spot was.
This wasn’t just a break-in.
It was a ghost threading through her walls.
Cora shifted beside her. “Selene… what is it?”
She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Her brain moved faster than her body, cataloging every open door, every shadow, every blind spot she hadn’t checked since chaos detonated across her home.
They weren’t alone.
Selene stood slowly. The pistol was still gripped tight in her hand, her finger pressing the cool trigger guard like a nervous tic. “Stay here.”
“No! S
