Chapter Sixteen
Rafael made it to Amara’s house in eleven minutes, a drive that normally took twenty, and found her standing in the doorway with Kael asleep against her shoulder, one hand gripping the frame like she needed something solid to hold onto.
“He is fine,” she said, before Rafael could ask. “I locked the door the second something felt off. Called your office to confirm, and they said nobody from legal had been sent out here. Whoever that was, he wasn’t yours.”
“Did you get a look at him?”
“Enough to describe him to your security chief. He is already pulling footage from the doorbell camera.” Amara shifted Kael’s weight, exhaustion pulling at her voice in a way that had nothing to do with the late hour. “Rafael, he knew Kael’s full name. His birth date. Stuff that isn’t public
