CALLUM
I stared at the words on the screen: I'll think about it. The kind of answer that meant nothing and everything at once. The longer I looked at it, the deeper the frustration burrowed into my chest. It wasn't enough. I needed more than vague promises and half-commitments if I wanted to keep Lila from walking away for good.
She was balanced on a knife's edge, caught between leaving and maybe—just maybe—giving me another chance. If she continued to need me, she wouldn't be able to cut me out completely. The thought crystallized in my mind with perfect clarity. I had to make myself indispensable to her.
But that required information. Real information. Something she couldn't dig up on her own.
I closed the messaging app and pulled my laptop closer, logging into the Redwood pack's in
