Lena spent the next few months in a strange kind of peace. Her days settled into a quiet rhythm. She juggled between her tech freelancing work, visits to Evelyn, and long hours at the hospital with her father. He drifted in and out of consciousness, but there was improvement. And that was enough for her.

It had been two months since she made that deal with Rhys—cutting off all ties with his cousin. Ever since that night, two months ago, she hasn't seen Theon. At first, she had expected him to show up, cause trouble, and push boundaries like he always did. But he didn’t. There were no calls, or...