Lily’s POV
After what happened, sleep became a stranger.
Victoria’s threats echoed in my mind long after the lights went out. Her voice slithered around my neck like cold fingers, tightening with every word. I kept asking myself–what would she do next? How far would she go to destroy me?
I tried to calm myself, but the waves kept crashing, and the words only grew louder in my head.
And on top of that, I still had an assignment from Sebastian–to dig into that night. The night that haunted my bones. The night I had tried so hard to forget. Reliving it now felt cruel.
I had to find every trace of it.
I had to find Emily Rivera.
The girl who invited me to that party. The one who smiled as she led me into a trap. The one who–alongside Olivia–planned it all. The music. The drinks. The three men. The laughter. The screams. The sound of zippers. The pain. The blood. The smell of sweat and fear.
I had to remember it.
All of it.
But Sebastian never told me the reason. He never explained why he
