The lobby of the Oakhaven Grand was a cavernous expanse of gold-veined marble and hushed whispers, designed to make the wealthy feel significant and the unwanted feel invisible. For Willow, currently operating under the high-stakes shadow of "Lady Adeline," it felt like a kill zone.
The violet resonance from the ballroom had sent the gala into a state of emergency. While the guests were being "sequestered" for their own safety, Willow had seized the moment of chaos to spirit the triplets away from the crater. Her heart was a frantic drum against her ribs. Hunter had seen Leo. He had felt the bond. The mask wasn't just cracked; it was a pile of dust on the ballroom floor.
"Keep your hoods up," Willow whispered, her voice tight with an urgency that the children had never heard before. "Don
