|| Lilac’s POV ||

I woke up to the warm caress of sunlight on my face, the golden beams filtering through the curtains and painting the room in soft hues. For a moment, I lay still, my mind groggy and disoriented. The events of the previous night came rushing back— Madeline’s revelation, the unsettling truth about Elias, and the weight of the decisions I had to make. But for now, in the quiet of Elara’s apartment, I felt a rare sense of calm.

“Good morning, ...