(HAILEY’S POV)

Morning light spills through the tall glass windows, soft and warm against my face.

For a moment, I forget the heaviness of last night, the cold air at the shooting range, Dorian’s voice warning that something big is coming, and your father is in the middle of it.

Those words have been looping in my head like a broken record.

I pull the covers away and sit up, rubbing my temples. My body feels tired, but my mind refuses to rest. I had decided to take a nap after breakfast ...