Victoria lay sprawled across the massive bed in her designated room at the safehouse mansion, a remote fortress where even the wind seemed to tiptoe around like it was scared of getting caught.
She had no clue what the exact location, and honestly? She didn't give a damn.
The walls were thick enough to swallow secrets, the security invisible but ironclad, and for the first time in days the suffocating Maxton shadows felt far enough away that she could finally breathe without tasting ash and fear on every inhale.
Her sisters were just next door. Sienna was probably glued to her phone like it was her lifeline, scrolling through whatever distraction the universe offered.
Delilah was most likely sitting cross-legged on the floor, eyes unfocused, quietly running those terrifyingly efficient mental diagnostics on the trauma surrounding the twin sister she'd never even met... silent... heartbreaking in its precision.
