KATE’S POVI hit the floor before I understood what had happened.Leon was already down, already moving, one arm across me, pushing me toward the island in the middle of the kitchen. Glass everywhere. The cold night air coming through the broken window in a rush, curtain lifting, something dark on the kitchen tiles that my brain took a second to identify.A brick.Just a brick. Wrapped in paper, held together with a rubber band.I stared at it from the floor while my heart did something violent in my chest.Leon was already on his feet, moving toward the window low and fast, staying below the line of it, pressing himself against the wall beside the frame and looking out at an angle. I watched him scan the grounds, his jaw set, his breathing controlled in a way mine absolutely was not.“Stay down,” he said.I stayed down.Thirty seconds passed. Maybe forty. Leon didn’t move from the wall.Then he crossed to the brick and picked it up, pulled the paper free, smoothed it against the coun
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