The Lost Heir
Celeste comes to the house with files Alec forgot at the Council chamber. It's late—later than she'd normally come—but the lights are still on, and she knows he keeps odd hours. She has her own key. She's always had her own key.
She lets herself in through the side entrance, the one that leads to the kitchen. The house is quiet, but not empty. She can hear voices—low, intimate—drifting from the hallway near the stairs.
She should announce herself. Should call out. Should make noise.