The tableau on the deck pulsed with tension: Graydon with Bel and their baby. Linwe had her bow drawn, an arrow fitted into place and pointed at the deck. Eva, on one side of Pia, and Dragos on the other, while her beautiful disaster baby slept through it all.

Then, even though it was difficult, Pia turned to Eva. “Please take Niall.”

“Of course,” Eva murmured. She gathered up the baby and held him protectively.

Pia looked at Dragos. “Let’s walk through the house.”

“I was going to suggest that.” He looked at Graydon. “Are you coming?”

“Hell yeah.”

Pia stepped inside, followed by the two men. Dragos kept a hand on her shoulder. It didn’t stop her from shaking, but she felt slightly better at the physical connection. “I felt something,” she said. “I don’t know what it was.”

“I know you did,” Dragos said. “How does our bedroom look to you? Is it how you last left it? Study everything.”

She took a long careful look. “It looks fine. I heard something from the other side of the house.”

“We’ll still take it room by room.” His voice was calm and reassuring.

It unlocked her panic enough so that she could turn toward him. “It was like…” She held a hand an inch or so over his forearm without touching him. “I’m not making contact, but do you feel that, whatever that is? The warmth from my hand, my energy, whatever you want to call it.”

“Yes.” The killer in his gaze turned analytical.

She passed her hand over his forearm. “It was like that. Like I felt something walking past me. It didn’t quite touch me, just like I’m not quite touching you. But I felt it.”

“Okay, got it. Let’s check the next room.”

Taking their time, they walked through the house. Neither male had weapons drawn, but their combined raised Power told her they were ready for anything.

And they found nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Not in Niall’s nursery. Not in any of the bathrooms or the other bedroom. Not in the kitchen.

At last they stood in the living room. Pia rubbed her forehead, feeling a headache coming on. “I don’t know what to say,” she said at last. “I know what I felt. And I know what I heard.”

“We believe you, cupcake,” Graydon told her. “There’s been some weird shit going on here.”

“I was going to tell you about it when I got back,” Dragos murmured.

“Bel already did,” she told him. “And I got to thinking, if something could move all that stuff around, it could move a small baby pretty easily too.”

Dragos looked grim. “Understood. Whatever it was, it appears to have gone for now. Unless you still feel something?”