Mia spun toward the doorway, every instinct screaming danger before her mind had fully caught up to the shape of who stood there.
Kade.
He looked wrong in the doorway of the shrine — not physically altered, nothing she could point to and name, but wrong in the way a familiar photograph looks wrong when you notice, too late, that something in the background has shifted since you last looked closely. His eyes found hers across the chamber, and for one terrible moment she couldn't tell whether the man looking back at her was entirely his own.
"Kade." She took a step toward him, then stopped, some old instinct from the rented house holding her in place. "How did you find this place?"
"I followed you." His voice sounded strained, careful, like a man testing whether his own words would come
