Emilie’s POV

The penthouse felt like a prison, the walls pressing in as I paced the living room, my phone clutched in my hand. The text from earlier

“You were warned. Leave now, or Victor’s blood is on your hands”, burned in my mind, making my stomach twist. I’d come back from the bar hours ago, soaked and scared, after running into Andrew and seeing that same fear in his eyes. He’d told me to go home, to tell Milo, but I couldn’t. Not after Milo grabbed my phone and saw the ...