Lily sat in the backseat of the SUV, her fingers gripping the damp fabric of her dress as the vehicle sped through the rain-soaked streets. The night outside blurred into streaks of neon and headlights, but her focus remained on Ethan, who sat beside her, his jaw clenched, his gaze fixed ahead.
Alejandro drove in silence, his expression unreadable as he maneuvered through the city. The tension in the air was thick, pressing down on her chest like a weight she couldn't shake.
Daniel was unconscious in the vehicle behind them, restrained and bleeding, but alive. They had him.
But Carlisle was still out there.
Lily knew the fight wasn't over. If anything, tonight had only proven how much further this war was from ending.
Yet, her thoughts kept drifting back to him.
Ethan.
