KAEL'S POVThe door clicked open. Before my brain could catch up, my hand was already moving—instinct driving my fingers to the familiar, freezing grip of the gun at my hip. Behind me, Sylvie let out a sharp gasp, her back slamming hard against the doorframe.It was John.I didn't let my hand relax right away. He stood there with his tie loosened, his face doing that thing it did when he'd rehearsed how to deliver bad news and still hadn't found a good way to say it. He tipped his head toward the hallway, and that was enough signal.I turned to Sylvie. She'd gone pale, her knees starting to buckle, and I caught her arm before she could go down. Her skin was freezing."Stay here," I said, low. She grabbed my sleeve for a second, just held on, then let go, but I didn't wait to see what was in her eyes. I couldn't afford to.I pulled John into the study and shut the door hard enough that the frame rattled."Tell me.""It wasn't an external attack." He was already pacing, two steps one wa
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