The Moonshadow Betrayal

CALLA'S POV

Beatrix's estate on a Sunday morning had a different quality than it did on a weekday evening. Less formal — the same grandeur, but worn more loosely, like a suit jacket left open. The garden was visible from the drive, late-season roses still holding their color, and there was a dog I hadn't seen on the first visit, an elderly greyhound who observed my arrival from a stone step with t