(Kieran POV)
She paused again near the herb garden, her attention caught by something that made her lean forward with sudden intensity. From my position in the ornamental hedge's shadow, I could see her profile clearly—the way her lips parted in surprise, the widening of her dark eyes that suggested she'd discovered something significant.
What is it? What do you see that I'm missing?
I shifted slightly, trying to get a better angle without breaking cover. The movement was minimal, practiced, the kind of adjustment any predator would make while stalking prey. But Catherine Montgomery wasn't prey, and she'd already proved she possessed instincts that defied easy categorization.
She went completely still.
Not the casual stillness of someone lost in thought, but the frozen alertness of a
