Irrissa had no idea what “the sign” was, but she didn’t like the way the lines on Kendric’s forehead deepened. Little valleys of worry. “I’m guessing this is how you found the article you sent me,” Kendric murmured. “I’d wondered why you were looking there. We ruled that area out years ago.” “Article?” Quinlin asked. “The one about the child prodigy in San Diego. Led me right to Irrissa.” Reflections of the glowing flames made Quinlin look even more haunted as he shifted his weight. “I didn’t send you any articles. Did it have a note from me?” Kendric frowned. “No. But you were the only one who knew what I was up to.” “Not the only one,” Quinlin said quietly. “What’s going on?” Irrissa asked. She didn’t care about interrupting—or the warning Thane was trying to communicate with his

