Lila’s POV“TOMORROW,” Jacob said quietly.The word did not feel like a promise. It felt like a countdown.I stood in front of the tall mirror in my room, fingers pressed against the cool surface as if I needed something solid to keep me from drifting. Behind me, the estate stretched wide and silent, too quiet for a place that was about to host a wedding, a memorial, and a war all at once.Tomorrow.The word settled deep in my chest, heavy and unmoving.I watched Jacob’s reflection instead of my own. He stood near the door, arms crossed loosely over his chest, posture relaxed in a way that only made him look more dangerous. His presence always carried that same contradiction. Calm on the surface. Something far more violent underneath.“Tomorrow,” I repeated, softer, as if saying it differently might change what it meant.“It’
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