The music room was empty.
Lila entered by accident—or so she told herself. A piano sat untouched, its surface layered with dust. She pressed a single key. The sound rang too clearly, lingering longer than it should have.
Her breath caught.
Somewhere, far away, Kieran froze mid-step. The wind shifted direction sharply, responding to a frequency it recognized. His chest tightened, not with pain, but with recognition.
That note.
He turned back. He already knew where it had come from.