There was a shadow at the window again.This time, Carolina was ready. She blinked the sleep from her eyes, slow and practiced, and padded barefoot to the kitchen, where Finch waited at the table with a mug of tea too hot to drink. He nodded toward the window: a flicker in the alley, barely more than the warble of light on cement, but a little less random than usual.Morgan was already behind her. “It’s the same one,” she said, voice a whisper only because she liked the drama of it; Morgan’s whispers always sounded rehearsed, deliberate, calibrated to hush the world without letting it forget she was there.Carolina ruffled her head. “Let’s go see, then.”Morgan grinned, and Finch, not quite smiling but not scowling either, upended his mug, scalding water puffing a cloud of steam. They moved as a practiced unit, still in pajamas, all of them with knives tucked somewhere that would not be found until they needed them.On the stairs, Xander joined them. He’d been up; they all were, latel
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