Dominic cleared his throat.
“She’ll be here soon.”
Soon.
That was not an answer. And the same freaking thing Caelin said earlier.
Dominic’s answer lingered in the air for a moment.
Soon.
That word again.
Soon.
Not where.
Not what happened.
Not why the hell my best friend had disappeared without a trace.
Just soon.
I stood there staring at him, waiting for the rest of the sentence that clearly wasn't coming, while a small, irritating voice somewhere in the back of my head started listing every single red flag I had encountered in the past hour and quietly concluded that this entire place felt less like a family home and more like the opening chapter of a mystery novel where someone eventually ends up buried under the floorboards.
Soon.
Right.
That was apparently the house pol
