Keira
Sleep felt impossible after Detective Reyes’s text, the possible sighting near the arena settling heavy and unshakable in my chest despite her reassurance that security had already been increased. I lay awake on the couch long after the others had drifted into restless, watchful sleep scattered across the living room, staring at the ceiling, replaying every worst-case scenario my exhausted mind could conjure.
“You’re not sleeping either,” Liam said quietly, his voice cutting through the darkness from where he’d been stretched out on the armchair nearby.
“Can’t.”
He got up carefully, careful not to wake the others, and settled onto the floor beside the couch, close enough that I could feel the steady warmth of him even in the dark. “Want company, or do you want quiet?”
“Company,”
