Tobi's POV
I woke up in the back seat of the Range Rover, limbs stiff and neck aching from the awkward angle. Stretching, I climbed out, the morning air sharp and salty as it whipped in off the nearby coast. I’d parked beside the beach, half for the view, half for strategy—out here, I’d be able to tell instantly if I was being followed.
But as I stood there watching the waves roll in, it wasn’t Oscar I was thinking about. It was her. Lila. Her scent still haunted me—honeysuckle and something sweet I couldn’t quite place. The dream from the night before came rushing back, vivid as fire. She had asked about marking.
She knew.
Or at least, she suspected.
The weight of that dream clung to me like sea mist, impossible to shake. She’d stood there, soft and vulnerable, asking questions no hu
