Aliya’s POV

I moved down the old wet road toward an abandoned warehouse, hoping to finally find the answers to the questions that had haunted me since Mum died.

Could this be a trap? Yes, it could—but I had prepared myself thoroughly. Nothing was going to surprise me anymore. The worst had passed, and now I just wanted to give everyone who had played me for a fool a piece of my mind—and then live in peace.

I hadn’t told Wellington about my meeting with William today. For some reason, since the explosion yesterday, I’d felt a strange unease about his presence around me. I couldn’t trust anyone so much...