Winter’s POV

Sometimes Jin would fall asleep halfway through, head tipped against Elias’s shoulder, and I would look away, something tender and unfamiliar tightening in my chest.

It felt safe.

Too safe. I loved it.

And for the first time since I ran, I let myself believe that maybe Amor Ortega could have a life that did not revolve around fear.

I should have known peace never lasted that long.

"I need a job, Elias," I told him one evening as we sat in his small, cozy living room.

He sipped ...