Alina’s POV

The house was silent as I made my way to the hidden room I had secretly arranged for Russell. I had to be cautious; no one could know he was here, especially now. Tomorrow was Finn’s funeral, and the emotions in the house were already running high.

When I finally reached the door, I hesitated. Taking a deep breath, I knocked softly. Russell opened the door, his sharp features illuminated by the dim light inside. His expression was unreadable, but there was a fire in his eyes—calculated and dangerous.

“We need to talk,” I said, stepping into the room.

Russell shut the door behind me and leaned against...