|| Lilac’s POV ||

The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the living room. I sat on the couch, my legs tucked beneath me, a blanket draped over my shoulders. My body still ached from the attack, but the pain was dull now, a constant reminder of how close I’d come to losing everything. Ezra sat beside me, his usual goofy grin plastered across his face as he tried to wrestle the remote control from my hands.

“Come on, it’s my turn! The ...