Shadows on the Porch

The air completely abandoned my lungs. I reached out, my fingers clamping hard around Beckett’s forearm in that memory from two nights ago. "Tell me exactly what you said to him."

"Not a damn thing." He had raised both palms, trying to soothe my immediate panic. "But the man isn't stupid, Thalia. Give him one more mismatched timeline or a single strange coincidence, and he’s going to connect the