Lyla
I mean, the only way anyone could break into the kitchen at this point would be through the window and not the door. My eyes scanned the broken shards of glass, furniture and wood, and it looked too arranged to be normal.
In the case of a forced break-in, everything was supposed to be displaced from its original position, but even the glass that had broken had fallen from its spot on the kitchen island and landed in the same place a glass of its size might land.
I turned my attention back to the room.
"I can walk," Elias said, and tried to stand. He went pale immediately.
Both Ramsey and Kyren caught him before he fell, and the two of them lifted him like he was made of sticks. Miriam led the way with the boiling pot and a supply of clean towels. I followed, one hand on the wall, breathing slow.
Halfway down the hall, Elias said, "They left something. On your door."
Ramsey's shoulders bunched. "What?"
"A mark," Elias said. "Nine-pointed star with a split through it."
