CHAPTER THREELena's PovI didn’t sleep much that night.New houses always made me restless, but this one felt… different. Too big. Too quiet. Too aware of me. Every creak in the hallway made my nerves jump. And every time I closed my eyes, I saw two things:Bryce leaning across that fancy restaurant table and Cassian Ward at the foot of the stairs, looking at me like he could see through every lie I’d ever told myself.By sunrise, I gave up on sleep entirely.My room was beautiful soft cream walls, a view of the snowy backyard, a massive bed with pillows that could smother a cow. But comfort meant nothing when your heart felt like it was made of cracked glass.I dragged myself out of bed, brushed my hair into something vaguely human, and headed downstairs.Voices drifted from the kitchen.“Lena! Good morning,” my mother chirped the moment I stepped in. She was dressed already hair curled, lipstick on, looking like she was ready for a photoshoot.“Morning,” I said, rubbing my eyes.Se
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