Stellan had been watching the kitchen doorway for three days.Not the window. Not the northeast. The kitchen doorway, specifically, at a specific time each morning — seven forty-five, give or take five minutes — with the fixed, patient attention of someone who had been told to watch for something and was watching.Ava had noticed on the first day and said nothing.She'd noticed on the second day and looked at Ryder and he'd noticed and said nothing.On the third day Sera came through the kitchen doorway at seven forty-six and Stellan's silver eyes tracked her across the room with the specific quality of a seer who had arrived at the thing they'd been tracking and was now recording it.Sera sat at the island.She felt the eyes.She looked at Stellan.He was eight months old in appearance — compact, solid, with the contained physical presence that both Ava and Ryder had in different ways, and the silver eyes that were the most unsettling thing in most rooms they entered, which was
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