MILLIE'S POV"We need to talk." My voice was steady despite the trembling in my hands. "Privately."Braham nodded once, his jaw tight. "Leo, buddy, why don't you take your dragons upstairs? We need to discuss some boring grown-up stuff." "Is it about the bad people?" Leo asked, getting off the floor with his drawings clutched to his chest."It's about schedules and calendars," I said, forcing brightness into my tone. "Very boring. I promise."He studied us with those too-knowing eyes, clearly wanting to stay and eavesdrop, but finally trudged toward the stairs. "You're bad liars," he called back.Despite everything, I almost smiled.The moment his bedroom door closed upstairs, I turned to Braham."This isn't a coincidence.""No," he agreed, his voice hard as stone. "It's not."In his study with the door firmly closed, the full weight of the situation crashed down on us."They know." Braham paced like a caged wolf, his movements sharp and agitated. "They've been watching the news cove
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