The bell above the door jingled softly as Elias stepped into The Turning Page behind Angel and Deacon. The scent of old pages, fresh coffee, and warm wood enveloped him immediately—calm, grounding. The store had the inviting hush of a place that respected silence and stories equally.
Deacon’s voice was quiet but direct. “Elias, take a look around and note the points of entry. Let me know what needs to be reinforced or changed for security.”
Elias nodded and peeled off toward the front windows, assessing the locks and the line of sight through the glass. Angel gave his arm a gentle squeeze before heading toward the office. “I’m going to check in with Susan about Mouse’s training.”
As Elias moved methodically through the bookstore, his sharp gaze landed on two figures entering from the si
