Lisa’s POV
We marched into the villa like some weird little parade—Ronan in front, all broody shoulders and silent menace, Damon gliding in with his eternal “I’m too calm for this” vibe, Heri at my side clutching my hand like it was a tether, and me… stomping. Because stomping was the only way I wasn’t going to start screaming again.
The air inside was warm, too warm. The kind of heat that stuck to your skin and made your heart hammer worse. I wanted to sit. I wanted to stand. I wanted to grab Ronan and shake him until answers fell out of his mouth like coins out of a busted vending machine.
Instead, he stopped in the living room, right by the couch, and turned like he was about to deliver some grave, world-shattering speech. Damon leaned on the wall, arms crossed, eyes sharp. Heri perc
