The Safehouse – The Next Night
Owen had found her.
Lillian was holed up in a run-down safehouse just outside the city, hiding from both Black Hollow and whatever was left of Dominic’s people.
Amelia stepped out of the car, Dominic right behind her, his presence solid and unwavering.
“You ready for this?” He asked.
No.
But she nodded anyway.
They entered the building. The air was stale, thick with dust and old memories. Lillian sat in the corner, her injured shoulder wrapped in a bloodied bandage.
She looked up when they entered, her expression unreadable. “You found me fast.”
Owen leaned against the wall. “Wasn’t hard.”
Amelia stepped forward. “Why?”
Lillian scoffed. “Straight to it, huh?”
Amelia’s hands curled into fists. “Why did you betray me?”
Her sister tilted her head. “
