[Camilla]
"Where are you going?"
My mother's tired voice drifted down from the staircase, pulling my attention upward. She stood at the rails in her silk night robe, rubbing one eye with the back of her hand as she looked down at us with that sleepy, confused expression people always wore when woken unexpectedly.
I'd just changed into something fit for the outdoors—dark jeans, a fitted jacket, boots suitable for whatever tonight might require. I was ready to leave, car keys already in hand.
Kain stood some distance behind me, his posture tense in discomfort. Like he was desperately trying not to draw attention to himself.
He stepped forward slightly, opening his mouth as if to answer her question—
But I cut him off before he could say anything that might complicate things.
"There h
