Simone’s POV
"Finally, that pathetic waste of space is out of my sight," I said, my voice barely a whisper against the cool glass of the window.
The taillights of the limousine flickered one last time before the trees of NeonViper swallowed them whole. Scout was gone. The weight that had been pressing on my chest for months lifted, replaced by a cold, sharp sense of victory. I stayed there for a moment, enjoying the silence of a room that finally felt like it belonged to a queen again.
A soft, rhythmic scratching sounded at my door. I didn’t have to check the time to know it had been less than a minute since the car cleared the gate. Harmoni was nothing if not predictable. He was like a dog waiting for a scrap of meat, always hovering, always desperate for a look or a touch. That desper
