Maeve’s POV
I had only driven halfway back to my apartment before I realized I’d left my mother’s handwritten composition notebook on the desk in the studio's back office. It was the one irreplaceable thing I couldn't risk losing. Annoyed with my own forgetfulness, I swung my car around and headed back through the rain.
I parked in the alley and walked up to the rear entrance, humming softly to myself as I zipped my jacket against the chill. I reached into my bag, rummaging through the clutter of keys, lipstick, and blueprints to find my keycard.
My fingers had just wrapped around the plastic card when my phone vibrated violently in my pocket.
The screen lit up with a flashing red banner. Silent Security Alert: Zone 4 Breach.
My hand froze. I looked up. In the dim, flickering light of
