Harry’s POV
I stood near the old, broken-down warehouse at the edge of the forest, the wind brushing through the trees like whispers in the dark. I checked my phone again, still no sign of Marcus. But I knew they would come. I had sent the message using a random number I created from Lydia’s phone last night, making sure Marcus wouldn’t know it was me.
And then… headlights.
The black car rolled in slowly and parked. The doors opened, and both Marcus and Lydia stepped out. Lydia’s eyes landed on me first. For a moment, she froze. Her brows pulled together like she was confused, maybe even afraid.
“Harry?” she said slowly, walking a few steps forward. “I don’t understand. What are you doing here?”
I smiled coldly and folded my arms. “Surprised? You shouldn’t be. After all, I was the on
