Unknown POV
She was alone now.
I watched from the shadows across the street, hidden behind the thick trunk of an old oak tree, my breath steady and quiet in the cool evening air. The Hudson house stood bathed in the soft glow of porch lights, warm and inviting. But I knew better. That warmth was a lie. It was empty without him.
Xander.
Her so-called “watch dog” had finally left for that fancy university up north. Harvard. As if money and prestige could protect her from what was meant to be. I had waited weeks for this moment, watching them say their tearful goodbyes at the mansion, watching him kiss her like she belonged to him. The sight had burned in my chest like acid. But now… now he was gone. Miles away. Too far to protect her every second.
Perfect.
I adjusted the binoculars sli
