The night grew deeper. The clock hands showed eleven twenty. Jonathan's house was shrouded in silence, broken only by the steady tick of the wall clock and the gentle hum of the air conditioning.
Blair sat in the living room, a cup of chamomile tea cradled in her hands. Her eyes hadn't closed for even a moment since Hazel had fallen asleep. Every sound from outside made her reflexively turn her head. In her mind, Finn's shadow still haunted her: his smile, his calculating gaze, and the words he might have whispered to Hazel while buying her ice cream.
"Blair and your daddy are busy, sweetheart..."
Sweet lies with rotten intentions. Finn always knew how to infiltrate without appearing as a threat.
Soft footsteps approaching from the corridor made Blair look up. Jonathan, now wearing onl
