Hazel POV
The safe house sat on a quiet hill overlooking the city, surrounded by high walls and thick trees. It was beautiful in a cold, perfect way — modern lines, large windows, and luxury I had only ever seen in magazines. But no matter how many times I walked through its rooms, it never felt like home.
Asher had increased security even more after the wedding. Guards patrolled the grounds in shifts. Cameras covered every corner. No one could enter or leave without clearance. It was necessary, he said. Callie was still out there, angry and unpredictable.
I stood at the living room window that evening, watching two guards walk the perimeter. Their presence made me feel both safe and trapped. Mom was in the garden with Lucas, trying to enjoy the fresh air. Lucas moved slowly, still heal
