Winter’s POV
I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. It started when I left Damon’s house, the prickling sensation at the back of my neck growing stronger with each step towards my car. The late afternoon sun stretched long shadows across the quiet street, but nothing seemed out of place. Still, I glanced over my shoulder, scanning for movement. The street was empty except for the occasional passing car. Maybe I was just tired.
I slid into the driver’s seat and locked the doors, gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary. The hum of the engine as I started the car was a welcome distraction, but the unease followed me home.
When I stepped through the door, Cami was sitting at the kitchen table, a steaming mug of tea cradled in her hands. She glanced up, her express
