Lila’s POV
I spent the entire next day hiding in my room, completely cutting myself off from the rest of the massive, lifeless house. I didn't even touch the high-tech tablet Lucien had given me the night before, leaving it face-down on the wooden desk like it was radioactive. Instead, I found an old tennis ball at the bottom of my suitcase, and I spent hours just throwing it against the far wall over and over until my arm physically ached from the repetitive motion.
Thwack. Catch. Thwack. Catch.
The sound was loud, sharp, and totally annoying, but it was the only thing keeping me from losing my mind. Every time the ball hit the wall, I pictured Jason's bloated, furious face yelling at me in the middle of that restaurant. Seeing Jason like that—drunk, reckless, and spitting completely d
