Lily didn't speak to me for three days.
Not a word. Not a question. She ate meals in her room, showered at odd hours, and perfected the art of walking through a room full of dangerous men like they were furniture. Wolf tried to charm her. Ghost tried to assess her. Tank left food outside her door like she was a feral cat. Jax, wisely, stayed away.
Kael said nothing. But I caught him watching her — the same way he'd watched me, those first days. Measuring. Calculating. Trying to figure out where she fit in the equation of a club that didn't have room for civilians.
On the fourth morning, she found me in the kitchen.
"You're sleeping with him." It wasn't a question.
I didn't turn from the coffee maker. "Which him?"
"All of them?"
"Lily—"
"The big one follows you with his eyes everywh
