Eliora's POV The garden was a tomb of silver and shadow. Below the balcony, the three men stood in a perfect, silent triangle around the stone fountain. Kian, Elijah, and Caden—each of them frozen, each of them a statue of suspicion in the moonlight. I watched from behind the velvet curtain, my breath hitching as I sent the final provocation.Their phones lit up in unison, three small squares of electronic light cutting through the dark. In perfect, terrifying synchronization, all three of them snapped their heads upward. Their eyes searched the darkened gallery, looking directly at the spot where I stood. The weight of their combined gaze felt like a physical blow.My phone vibrated violently in my palm, shattering the silence.From Margaret:Eliora, Ezra is in trouble! Please call me back!A second later, another one.From Anonymous:“Do you still think I’m a coward?”A photo followed. My heart stopped. It was Ezra, sleeping soundly in his crib, but the angle was high, someone was s
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