Lola’s POV

The plane descended into New York under a veil of darkness, the city glowing beneath us like a beast waiting to devour.

For five years, I dreamed of this moment.

For five years, I planned, hated, and suffered in a foreign land, treated worse than the dirt beneath my feet.

Now, I was back.

And Aliana was going to pay.

The steady hum of the airplane filled the cabin, but it did nothing to quiet the storm inside my head.

New York.

We were going back.

I shifted in my seat, my body stiff and restless after hours of travel. The dim lights inside the cabin cast shadows...