Diego’s POVThe silence of Wisteria Gardens after midnight was a very different kind of quiet than the heavy, suffocating stillness of the Adirondack safehouse.Here, the silence breathed. It carried the faint, distant rustle of the autumn wind through the ancient oaks lining the perimeter, the steady, rhythmic hum of the manor’s central heating, and nothing else. No crunch of gravel under uninvited tires. No distant sirens or comms alarms chiming in the dark. Just peace.I stood in the dim, amber-lit hallway outside Leo’s bedroom, leaning my shoulder against the crown-molded doorframe. The door was cracked an inch wide, allowing a warm wedge of yellow light to spill across the hardwood floor.Inside, Lily was sitting on the edge of Leo’s low wooden bed.She had traded her jackets and sharp blazers for an oversized, cream-colored cashmere sweater that swallowed her hands, her dark hair falling in soft, loose waves over her shoulders. She looked smaller like this—not the iron-willed
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