POV: Violet
The city never truly slept.
Even when the clock crept past dawn and exhaustion tugged at my bones, the hum of traffic and the occasional blare of horns bled through the walls of my apartment. Normally, it was background noise. Today, it felt suffocating.
I pressed my palm to the glass of my bedroom window, staring out at the street below. Something gnawed at me a tug low in my chest, like a string pulling taut.
And for the briefest moment, I swore I felt him.
Not just imagined him. Felt him. Like Ryan’s presence was a shadow behind me, a warmth brushing against the edge of my soul.
My breath hitched. I looked harder into the dim light, but the street was empty.
It couldn’t be real. He’d left for the clan. Whatever that meant.
Still… my hand lingered against the windowpa
