CHAPTER 82

He hid in the shadows at the back of windows watching Miranda walk out of her old house. Leo's glare was cold and calculating; his fists were clenched at his sides as he waited for the sound of her footsteps to fade into the distance. Still, he can't tear his eyes off of the house that holds so many secrets for him.

"You do bother, don't you?" Leo said to himself, a sour smile spreading across his face. "You finally use that bean, Miranda. After all these years."

He'd waited for this, waited for her to do something, make a move. And now, she had. Miranda had retrieved the paper of prophecy, the one that would decide their fate to save them all or destroy them. Leo wasn't nervous about the prophecy, however. No, his anger went much deeper than that.

His chest tightened at the familiar ache of loss. A wound still, unwounded. Remembering Sarah, his sister, and their father who built him into the man he was today-they were gone, taken by the very people Miranda was trying to protect. Maxi