NOAH’S POV

I landed softly on the damp grass and looked up at my window with a smug grin. Classic. I had just outwitted my brothers again, an art I’d been mastering since childhood. Climbing out of windows, ducking security cams, and sneaking into the night like a ninja had been my thing long before I could spell “trouble.”

I dusted my hands and pulled my black hoodie tighter, melting into the shadows of the L.A. night. The city buzzed faintly in the distance, but this part of it was ...