*~Hazel's POV~*
"Something important? Like what?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Cayden drew in a deep breath. His gaze flickered toward the fire before returning to me. "I don't know if I should tell you this… but… I saw something today. Someone, rather. Someone who threatened me."
My stomach dropped. Jonathan.
I was sure of it. That damn figure, the one who appeared to me—of course it was him. And if he showed himself to Cayden too, at the exact same time, then it was no coincidence.
Jonathan was circling us.
Cayden's jaw tightened. "That's part of why I came here tonight. To sleep beside you. To make sure your safety—and our children's safety is guaranteed. Something might happen tomorrow, Hazel. And I need you to be very alert."
I swallowed, my throat dry. "Tomorrow…"
