Lia’s POV

Being in the Ghost Pack wasn’t so bad, but my obsession with getting Drake back hasn’t left my mind. I sat outside on a bench, lost in thought, completely unaware of Philip standing close by. My mind was spinning with plans and possibilities, so much so that I didn’t even notice his presence until I heard a cough behind me, making me turn around.

“Are you okay?” he asked. I simply looked away without a word. How could he ask if I was okay when it was painfully obvious that I wasn’t happy?

He took a seat next to me, his eyes fixed on me as if he...