LILY’S POV

The morning sun was already climbing higher as Lucian pulled up a block away from our house. He leaned over and kissed me softly, his hand lingering on my cheek. “Text me when you’re inside safely,” he whispered. I nodded, my body still humming from the night before, but reality crashed back quickly as I crutched the short distance home. My ankle protested every step, but the warmth of Lucian’s touch made it bearable.

I glanced up at the house and froze for a second Mia was watching me from her bedroom window, her face a mask of pure fury, eyes red and narrowed. She looked like she...