Davies' POV

“This is getting out of hand,” I muttered, my fingers curling into tight fists at my sides. “I hate this. I hate that she’s caught in the middle of everything. Stephanie doesn’t deserve this pain… not again.”

My eyes flicked toward her still body, pale and motionless, and something inside me cracked.

My thoughts dragged me back to that night I found her.

I was returning from the woods, the skies pouring mercilessly as thunder cracked overhead. I hadn’t expected to find anyone out in that weather, not alive anyway. But then I saw her.

Soaked to the bone, her hair clinging to her face, and her eyes...