Jonah's POV

I’m rooted to the driveway, staring at Damien’s shut front door like it’s got me pinned in place. I can still see Sienna hustling Lyra inside. I can still feel the look she gave me—like I didn’t belong here. Not even that. Like I was dangerous.

“Jonah?”

Vivienne’s voice reaches me from somewhere far away, as if cotton has been packed into my ears. I don’t turn. I don’t move. The door stays in my sight.

Lyra’s ...