Mia’s POV

I sat on the edge of the couch with my elbows on my knees and my face buried in my hands, but sitting still was impossible. Within seconds I was up again, pacing the length of the living room like a caged animal. Every possible outcome spun through my mind in ugly, rapid circles.

What if Lily told Lucian everything?

What if she told him about the freezer?

My stomach twisted. I dragged both hands through my hair and pulled until my scalp stung. I needed a plan. I needed something anything that would keep the focus off me and off what I had done.

Then I heard...