By midday, Mia’s apartment was officially a crime scene.
Nothing valuable appeared to be missing except the Northstar bottle.
That was enough to stop calling it a burglary.
Mia sat at Greyhaven’s kitchen table while Ethan spoke to the police for the third time. Grace had made her tea twenty minutes earlier. She hadn’t touched it.
“I should’ve given you the bottle.”
“You didn’t know,” I said.
“I knew something was wrong.”
“So did I. I still followed you into the Hollow.”
Mia looked at me. “That’s supposed to make me feel better?”
“No. Mostly it makes both of us look questionable.”
Her mouth twitched.
Across the room, Caelum ended a call.
“The police will keep the apartment sealed tonight.”
“Great.” Mia wrapped both hands around her mug. “Always wanted strangers dusting my under
