The note looked harmless.
That was the problem.
Three neat words in Selene’s elegant script, sitting in my hand while broken glass glittered across Kade’s floor like the morning had finally decided subtlety was overrated.
Ask about tonight.
I read it twice.
Then a third time.
As if repetition might make it less threatening and more stupid.
It didn’t.
Kade took the note back from me and looked at it once before crumpling it in his fist.
Mara came into the room with a kitchen towel in one hand and stopped dead when she saw the shattered window.
“Oh, for heaven’s sake.”
“Language,” I said automatically.
She stared at me. “There is a rock in the sitting room.”
Fair.
Very fair.
Kade was already at the window, scanning the tree line, the side path, the road beyond. No movement. No
