SOPHIA'S POV

The safehouse stood alone in the misty hills on the north side of the city. It was a big, private house with strong guards and the best cameras and alarms money could buy. Lucas had brought me here after he took me away from Claire's failed kidnapping.

For two days, I had hardly left the upper floor. The house was so quiet that I could hear the wind moving through the trees outside. A cook came in the mornings and left food by the door, and I barely touched it.

I stood by the tall glass wall in the upper living room, wrapped in a thick wool sweater,...