The triplets, for all their size, could drift through a house like ghosts, and this morning she heard them coming long before they hit the stairs. Elena let herself watch, through the slit of a curtain, as they moved—a wordless, dangerous ballet. Damon barking out a laugh that made the beams rattle. Devin’s perpetual frown, as if every wall in the world needed repair. Donovan, always behind, always measuring, his gaze cold as a winter pond.They didn’t acknowledge her outright. Instead, they circled, always orbiting closer, until at last the front door slammed and they were all together in the cold, their exhales blooming fog onto the glass.“You’re making waves, Evie,” Donovan was first to speak, though his eyes never quite landed on her. For once she was clothed—barely, in a faded Mercy hospital hoodie scorched with bloodstains. She cradled a half-empty mug, steam rising from black coffee she never intended to drink.She grinned, the cut on her lip still wet and stinging. “Good. Tha
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