LILA'S POV
The morning air was cold enough to bite, even through the thick sweatshirt I’d stolen from Asher’s side of the closet.
The courtyard was already crowded—boys everywhere, some stretching, some fighting to stay awake, others just standing around with stone faces, waiting for Kade to bark orders.
I kept my head down, hood up, blending into the pack of bodies. Most of them had already written me off as weak. Small, quiet, “Liam” with the scrawny arms and a habit of flinching when someone shouted too loud.
I let them.
It was easier that way. Let them underestimate me. Let them forget I even existed.
I’d almost forgotten myself, honestly—forgotten what it felt like to be Lila. But every morning, when I looked at my face in the mirror, I saw her.
The girl who ran.
The girl w
