Lila's Pov...
The clock on the wall had been ticking for exactly sixty-three minutes since the front door clicked shut behind Griffin. Each second felt like a tiny weight dropping onto my chest. I sat on the worn, velvet couch in the living room, Keith heavy and peaceful in my arms, his soft breath the only true comfort I found in this suffocating room.
My mate, the father of my child, was out there hunting a traitor, risking everything, because he felt responsible for protecting these people.
And what were ‘these people’ doing?
My blood started to simmer just thinking about it. Some were laughing over a mistake in her knitting pattern, some reading the newspaper and loudly complaining about the cost of timber, and a lot of them were scrolling through videos on their phone, occasionall
