Davian
The drive was quiet. Lily hadn't said a word since we cleared the pack borders, her eyes fixed on the passing trees. I kept my foot heavy on the gas, allowing her the silence she needed after the fiasco this morning.
Honestly, every part of me screamed to just end all of this right now.
I could put a thousand warriors between her and this hellhole and let Rowan rot in his own filth. But I looked at Lily, at the cold, sharp lines of her face, and I knew that wasn't what she needed. Lily didn't want to be rescued. She wanted to burn Rowan’s world to the ground with her own match. To take her away now would be to rob her of the very agency she was finally taking back.
"Turn here," she said, her voice flat. "She lives at the house at the end of the gravel road."
The woman in questi
