Allison's POV
That first night in the Storm mansion, I slept with one eye open.
Call it paranoia, but I couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability that came with sleeping under the same roof where Lucian had unrestricted access.
The sprawling estate felt less like a home and more like a lair.
Every creaking floorboard, every hidden passage, whispered of him.
But thankfully, my personal Big Bad Wolf never appeared.
When morning arrived and sunlight streamed through unfamiliar curtains, I stretched and padded down the hallway to wake Lily.
To my surprise, her princess castle bed was empty, the sheets rumpled but cooling, a clear sign she'd been up for a while.
A flicker of panic rose in my chest before Jasmine stirred inside me, her calm presence a balm.
Listen,
