Lila’s POV
The late morning light filtered through the faded curtains of my tiny Mid-City apartment, casting soft shadows across the mismatched furniture as I'm curled on my couch, still in my oversized Saints tee and leggings, sipping a coffee and scrolling through my phone.
I’d barely slept, worrying about Serena, about Victor Crane’s threat to take Mia, about the way Daniel’s possessive rage both scared and impressed me. My girl was caught in a storm, and I felt useless, stuck on the sidelines.
A sharp knock jolted me upright, the coffee sloshing on my lap. “s**t,” I muttered, grabbing a napkin. I wasn’t expecting anyone. I stood up and opened the door, and there stood Serena, her dark hair loose, her green eyes tired but fierce, dressed in jeans and a nice tee. My heart raced. She
