(Lysander's POV)
I lean against the window frame, watching the house across the street.
The blinds are half-closed, the curtains drawn just enough to make a point, but I still catch glimpses. Hazel laughing. Asher sitting quietly with a book. Little pieces of me staring back, oblivious to the war brewing just outside their world.
Almira thinks she can shut me out. She thinks she can keep them away from me.
I take a slow sip of whiskey and shake my head.
She should know better by now.
I've followed her across continents, spent more money than I care to count, and done things I never thought I’d do, all just to be close to them.
She can run, she can hide, but I'll always find them.
The phone buzzes in my pocket, pulling me out of my thoughts.
Beta Mid.
I sigh and answer. "You bette
