Cecilia's pov
Five days later, the wound on my leg had almost healed completely.
These past few days had been suspiciously quiet. Too quiet.
Xavier hadn't bothered me at all.
With the i********: drama exploding, he probably had his hands full dealing with a devastated Cici and the furious Shadow Pack.
Still, the quiet gnawed at me. Because if they couldn't reach me here, they'd look somewhere else.
That thought had first hit me a few days ago, right after a tense call with Harper.
I'd already mapped out every worst-case scenario in my head, but this one stuck.
If they couldn't touch me in this secure building, the next logical move was to target someone close to me.
Someone I loved.
So I acted before they could.
That night, I called my father.
I told him maybe it w
