Everyone spun to find a woman they'd never seen before standing in their living room doorway—tall, angular, with silver-streaked black hair pulled into a severe bun and eyes that seemed to catalog everything in a single glance. She wore a long charcoal coat despite the morning warmth and carried herself with the confidence of someone who'd walked uninvited into dangerous situations before.
Callum moved faster than thought, positioning himself between the stranger and the children.
The woman raised her hands in a universal gesture of peace, though her expression remained unimpressed by the display of supernatural power.
