The Hidden Guest

Lenora looked at the message again, then up at Aunt Clara.

"Who else," she said quietly, moving away from the table where Irina and Raven were still absorbing the documents Stefan had laid out.

Aunt Clara's expression carried something Lenora hadn't seen from her before, a weariness beneath the composed surface, the particular exhaustion of someone who had held something for far too long.

"There's