Chapter 18 Eighteen

• Karina:
• Stepping back inside the house, I exhaled a shaky breath, my nerves still on edge. The warmth of the grand foyer did little to chase away the chill that Ethan’s words had left behind. My fingers twitched, and I rubbed my arms as if that would shake off the unease crawling up my spine.
• Michael closed the door behind us, his presence steady and grounding. Kyle followed, his sharp eyes scanning my face. He must have noticed the tension in my shoulders because he sighed and shook his head.