Chapter 63 Smoke & Mirrors

• Agnes
• By the time I stepped through the front door that night, I felt exhausted. Not even necessarily in a bad way—just the kind of tiredness that seeps into the soles of your feet and your shoulders and makes your eyes droop no matter how much coffee you drink.
• From the dim light pooling out from under Elijah’s office door, I could tell he was working. Meanwhile, Thea’s soft voice drifted down from where she was playing in her room upstairs, causing a bittersweet smile to tug at the edges of my lips.