Marlowe
King's whole body shifted into readiness beside me, and I felt my own pulse spike as Bear's hidden security team materialized from their careful positions, weapons raised, scanning the tree line Sable had gone rigid staring at.
"Show yourself," King called out, voice carrying the particular flat authority that had silenced entire rooms before.
For a long, tense moment, nothing moved. Then a figure stepped out from the shadows between two trees, and I felt my whole chest go cold with confused, disbelieving recognition.
Grant.
My cousin stood there, pale, hands raised in a gesture of surrender that did nothing to explain what he was doing anywhere near this meeting at all.
"Grant?" My voice came out sharp with disbelief. "What are you doing here?"
"I followed you," he said, vo
