Lila's POV
Nobody spoke. Nobody moved. Just dozens of faces staring at me like I'd grown a second head, that same cold, calculating suspicion I remembered from the day I first rolled up on Reaper turf, except now it had teeth.
"Answer him." One of the older riders, gray beard, prison tats crawling up his neck, stepped closer. "You a Serpent?"
"I was." My voice came out steadier than I felt, chin lifted despite every instinct screaming to run. "Past tense. I left months ago. Before I ever set foot on this turf. I'm no longer a part of them."
"Convenient timing." Somebody muttered from the back of the crowd, and the murmur spread fast, ugly, dozens of voices rising in a low, dangerous hum.
"She's probably still feeding Kyle everything." Another voice, sharper. "Every drill, every route,
