Kael came in from the porch just as the first strips of weak light slipped through the blinds. His boots tracked mud, his shoulders heavy with exhaustion, but his jaw was set like he’d swallowed a fight whole. He didn’t look at Riven right away.Mrs. Bea was already at the stove, her back straight, her hair pinned up neat like always. She moved slow, deliberate, the kettle clattering down with more force than needed. “You boys look like death warmed over,” she said without turning, voice steady but sharp.Ari was stretched out on the couch, shotgun leaning against his knee. His head lolled back, but his eyes were open, bloodshot and hollow. “I stayed up watching the treeline,” he muttered. “Swear I saw movement more than once.”“Paranoia,” Kael said flatly. He leaned against the counter, folding his arms, but his gaze flicked to the window as if to check for himself.“It ain’t paranoia if they were here,” Ari shot back.No one laughed.Riven hadn’t moved since Kael walked in. His eyes
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