Kyra’s POV

I woke up that morning with my intestines twisted in a way that tells you you’re about to make a stupid decision that you would live to regret, but I didn’t mind because I was going to do everything that I had decided on anyway. I had emptied my savings—the little I had scraped together from the miserable pennies I earned at the bar—but it still wasn’t even up to half of what Leo said he needed.

I sat on my bed, staring at the pathetic sum, like maybe if I looked long ...