Lior’s POV
I scoff, sharp and disbelieving, because I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Her words hang in the air like they belong to someone else, not Lila. “You’re telling me to pretend none of this happened? To just let it be?” My voice drops low, strained, almost mocking, but underneath it a tremor of anger bleeds through.
She stares at me, lips parted, but no words come. The silence presses, choking.
I rise, running a hand through my hair in frustration, then face her again. “I’m sorry, but I can’t, Lila. You can ask me for anything else, but not this. I won’t let the people who did this to you walk free. Do you even realize you almost lost your life?” My words come faster, rougher. I lean in, eyes locked on her, searching. “Tell me—why do you want me to stop? Is there something you’
