Lia’s pov

The world felt different now. Not because we were in danger—we had always been in danger. That part hadn’t changed. But now, the lines were clearer. The past had come into focus in a way I hadn’t expected, and there was no going back. Elena had never been hunting me. She had been hunting Lia. And now, she wanted her back. Lia stood across from me in the kitchen, arms wrapped tightly around herself. She hadn’t said much since her confession, but I could see the weight ...