Chapter 155

The house is quieter now. The kind of quiet that only settles once everyone’s bellies are full and the night’s gone soft around the edges. From down the hall, I can hear Mateo’s small, drowsy voice mumbling something about dragons and treasure. When I step into the doorway, Sloane is sitting cross-legged on the edge of his bed, her voice low and steady as she reads. She doesn’t just read, though;