Lilith’s Pov

It was getting harder to breathe.

Not physically, mentally. Emotionally.

Everywhere I turned, Nolan was there.

When I walked, he followed. When I ate, he watched. When I spoke to Polly, he hovered.

It wasn’t protection anymore. It was possession.

I couldn’t remember the last time I did anything alone. Anything for myself.

No spa day. No walk down the street. No damn moment of peace.

So when Saturday came, the weekend—and we were quietly across from each other at the dining table, I made a decision.

“I want to go out today,” I said, placing my fork down.

Nolan looked up from his plate. “Out? Where?”

“With...