Abigail’s POV*

The four of us gather in the living room, settled into the cozy, expansive space that feels more like a sanctuary than a mere room.

Despite the opulence, a quiet tension lingers as we sit around discussing Alexander’s offer to help me against the Campbell’s and the Amon clan.

My heart feels tangled with so many conflicting emotions; I can't seem to make sense of his intentions.

“I just don’t understand why he wants to help me,” I admit, my voice softer than I intended.

“After everything that’s happened, it feels… odd, like there's something he isn't telling me.”

Audrey looks at me with that motherly wisdom in...