All Chapters of Until She Was Theirs: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Lilith’s POVThe air felt thinner after the news broadcast. Even Tyla’s massive mansion didn't make the atmosphere feel safe anymore. Cassian was the first to move, pushing away from the dining table with a quiet scrape of wood across marble.“I need some air,” he muttered.He didn’t wait for anyone to respond. He didn’t look at me, or Nolan, or Tyla. He just grabbed his jacket from the chair and walked out through the side door to the patio.No one stopped him.We all knew he wouldn’t be able to breathe until he was alone. Rogue’s death clung to him like a thick, choking, smoke impossible to escape. And though we had all survived, there were pieces of us still bleeding.Nolan watched Cassian leave but didn’t go after him. That alone told me how shattered he was too. Normally he would have followed after him, said something pragmatic, forced Cassian to talk. But today? No one had the strength for anything.Nolan finally turned toward me.“Let’s go home,” he said softly. “You need rest

Theo’s POVI hadn’t even taken three steps into the living room before I realized the air was wrong.It was too still.Too stiff.Like the walls themselves were trying so hard to hold their breath.Viper sat on my couch, hunched forward, his elbows on his knees and his eyes fixed on the floor like he was contemplating whether to burn the house down or kill someone inside it.His hair looked messy, his face filled with burn bruises, he looked filthy, there was also dried blood on the collar of his shirt. He looked like he had come straight from hell and decided my home was the place to continue descending.I shut the door behind me, letting the quiet stretch just long enough to watch him squirm.“You are in my house,” I said calmly.He lifted his head. “We need to talk.”“And you decided to break into my house to talk?”“A door is just a door,” Viper muttered. “You're more than rich enough to fix it.”I moved around him, heading toward the bar to pour myself a drink. “If you wanted to

Lilith’s POV I woke up to the soft rise and fall of Nolan’s chest beneath my cheek, the warmth of his skin wrapped around me like a blanket I never wanted to crawl out of. Morning sunlight seeped into the room through the half-drawn curtains, painting gold streaks across his bare shoulders. He looked peaceful, more peaceful than he had been in days. After everything that happened, sleep had been a battle neither of us was winning.Carefully, I slid out from under his arm, letting his hand fall gently onto the bed. He barely stirred.My legs ached a little from last night, it had been… intense. A mix of anger, fear, longing, relief. Everything we had been holding back had combusted the moment we stepped into the house. And despite all the chaos waiting for us outside these four walls, for a few hours we had let ourselves forget it.I slipped into the bathroom, splashed water on my face, and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was a mess, my eyes tired, my skin still flushed

Lilith’s POVI tried so hard over and over again to bury myself in work, but the numbers on my screen kept blurring into shapes that made absolutely no sense. Every single attempt I made to focus collapsed under the same weight pressing against my ribs: It's been Two days. Two days since I had set my eyes on Cassian after he had called me. Two days since his warning about policemen showing up. Two days since the actual officers arrived on our doorstep asking questions that Nolan and I barely escaped answering.Two days, and yet no single sign of Cassian.I blinked hard and forced myself to sit up straight in the boardroom, where a meeting with the directors was already going downhill. Nolan sat across from me, trying to salvage what little order remained, but even he looked exhausted. Everyone kept talking over one another passing complaints about delays, numbers not aligning, sudden holdups in operations. The energy in the room felt like it was fraying at the seams.“Let’s go over t

Lilith’s POVBy the time I returned to the office, the weight of the conversation I had with Cassian and Nolan still sat heavy on my mind. I barely remembered the drive back. The whole discussion kept looping in my head.Cassian and Nolan had spent most of the morning arguing through a list of old enemies. Some were obvious, some obscure, all were dangerous. Cassian, especially, had gone quiet in that unnerving way he gets when he knows a ghost from his past might be resurfacing.But the more I replayed every detail, the more every thread pointed in just one direction, the one person with a far larger motive than any shadow Cassian had once crossed.Theo.Cassian and Nolan had waved the idea off almost immediately. Nolan said Theo wasn’t “the type.” Cassian had frowned at the thought of it being theo but didn’t comment. Maybe out of respect. Maybe out of guilt.But I knew Theo. I knew what he was like when he felt cornered. What he was like when he wanted something. What he was capabl