Adrian woke with a start, his chest tightening as the sound of a drawer sliding shut reached his ears. Blinking against the moonlight, his eyes locked onto a figure crouched by his desk—a woman, her hand frozen mid-motion as she rifled through his belongings. She turned sharply, her hood slipping just enough to reveal her face. “You weren’t supposed to wake up,” she muttered, her voice low and clipped. Adrian’s heart thudded painfully in his chest. “Who—what are you doing?” he stammered, sitting up but instinctively gripping the blanket like a shield. “Robbing you,” she said bluntly, her lips curling into a wry smile. “Stay put, and I’ll be gone in a minute.” He glanced at the desk, where his sketchbook and the silver pendant from his grandmother now sat in her bag. “That’s mine,” he said, surprising himself with the firmness in his voice. The woman raised an eyebrow. “No kidding.” She straightened, her dark clothes blending into the shadows, but her presence loomed, sharp and undeniable. “But unless you plan to stop me, I suggest you go back to sleep.” Adrian’s breath quickened, but he didn’t move. He wasn’t brave enough to stop her—or smart enough to figure out what to do. He could only watch as she turned, her movements swift and practiced.