(Almira’s POV)
I don’t trust her smile.
Not the one she gave my daughter when she asked if she liked painting. Not the one she flashed at Asher when she offered him cookies she didn’t even bake herself.
And now, knowing what Mid told me… it all makes sense. She’s watching them like they’re not children, but puzzles she’s trying to solve.
I pace by the window, watching the kids play outside. They’re so unaware. So innocent. Asher’s shadow swirls near his feet while he laughs. Hazel’s drawing suns on the stones with chalk.
I hate that I have to use them. But if this is the only way to protect them…
Mid steps in silently. “She’s headed your way.”
I nod once. “Let her come.”
Rachelle appears a few minutes later, belly in front, all smiles and soft breathy laughs.
“Oh! What a lovely af
