Lila’s POV

The late morning light filtered through the faded curtains of my tiny Mid-City apartment, casting soft shadows across the mismatched furniture as I'm curled on my couch, still in my oversized Saints tee and leggings, sipping a coffee and scrolling through my phone.

I’d barely slept, worrying about Serena, about Victor Crane’s threat to take Mia, about the way Daniel’s possessive rage both scared and impressed me. My girl was caught in a storm, and I felt useless, stuck on ...