Before she could make her triumphant exit, the guard perked again, concern flickering over his stoic face while my heart thudded in response to what we'd just heard. I almost missed the black-clad man's sudden whisper to Fiona, her flash of a scowl in the turmoil of my fear.
Instead, I let my mind-threatening to descend into panic and despair-latch onto the word his mouth formed as he leaned toward his boss. Intruder.
Had Liz found us?
Fiona spun back toward us, though she only had focus for her parents. Darius, then? Had he somehow raised the cavalry and was rushing to our rescue? Didn't matter. Fiona paused near her mother and father, freezing in place a long moment before bending, swift and precise, to kiss them both on the cheek. Neither attempted to stop her from the act of passionless goodbye, Siobhan staring up at her daughter with contempt.