FINN'S POV“Yes, Finn. There's more,” Adam replied, calm and composed, as if what he had just revealed wasn’t tearing my world apart piece by piece. His nonchalance only made my anger bubble closer to the surface, but I held it back, barely.“Where did you get these pictures?” I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady, though it shook with the emotions I was trying to suppress. “And what exactly is your relationship with Linda?”Adam smirked, shaking the glass of whiskey in his hand as if he was savouring the moment. It infuriated me.“I told you earlier,” he said slowly, as though I hadn’t heard him the first time. “I started investigating Linda when Aria was first attacked. That was when I realized things weren’t adding up. Linda was always bullying Aria, pushing her buttons. So, I dug a little deeper and stumbled upon this... interesting situation.”I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. The thought of Linda bullying Aria wasn’t exactly news to me, but it didn’t expl
FINN'S POVI don’t remember how I made it back to the hospital from the warehouse. It was all a blur—the anger, the shock.My mind kept circling around the pictures Adam had shown me, the words he had said, and the revelations that left me feeling betrayed.The moment I walked through the entrance, Linda spotted me and hurried over. She grabbed my arm tightly, her eyes filled with concern. Her tone was almost pleading, almost desperate."Finn, where on earth have you been? You’ve been gone for so long. Mother was worried… I was worried," she said, her voice soft and anxious.Seeing Linda there, looking at me with that same troubled expression, brought everything back. It was almost surreal, watching her try to act like she was genuinely concerned for me after what I had just found out. I felt a pang of disgust, but I held it in.I moved her hands off my arm, letting her fingers slip away. I looked her squarely in the eye, searching her face, waiting for something… anything that would
ADAM'S POV“Adam!” Aria’s raspy voice cut through the room, surprising me so much that I nearly jumped out of my skin. I looked over at her, seeing her eyes wide with an intensity I hadn’t seen since before her accident.“Yes?” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, though my heart pounded in my chest. Something about her look told me she wasn’t asking just any casual question.“You’re not answering my question,” she said softly, her gaze steady and her head tilted in that usual way when she was trying to figure something out. “I asked if there’s something you're keeping from me. I feel like something is going with you, so please, tell me. What’s wrong?”I hesitated, not sure of what to say. Seeing her lying in that hospital bed, so fragile yet so determined, made me want to protect her all the more. She had endured so much already; I didn’t want to add to her pain–that was the last thing I wanted.I forced a smile, but it felt wrong even as I did it. “Aria, I don’t know what you’re
ADAM'S POVThe voice behind me made my blood run cold. I turned slowly, already knowing what I would find but praying I was wrong.There stood Aria, gripping her IV stand for support, her face as white as her hospital gown. Her lips had lost all colour, and her eyes… her eyes were red and fixed on my phone with an intensity that scared me.I quickly looked away not knowing what to say or do."Adam..."Slowly, I looked up, still startled, and saw her swaying, looking like she could collapse at any second.Without hesitation, I rushed forward, reaching out just in time to catch her before she fell. She leaned into me, her weight heavy, fragile, like she had been barely holding on.Her voice was rough, raw, like she had swallowed sand. She struggled to get the words out, each one strained and painful. "Adam...was it Dante who saved me that night?"My heart dropped. There it was. The question I had hoped she would never ask, the one that had haunted me ever since the night Dante threw him
ARIA'S POVAdam’s words kept on echoing in my mind, ripping open memories I had buried. Suddenly, it was as if I were back in that car, overwhelmed by the smell of smoke and burnt metal.The day of the accident... I remembered the rogue slamming into my car. Then, in bits and pieces, like flashes from a bad dream, I felt the fire, the intense heat. I was trapped, tangled in the wreckage, feeling my skin burn as everything faded to a blur.I placed a hand on my head, trying to sort it out, to push the pieces into place. "I… I remember being pulled out. Someone was there," I whispered, almost to myself, but Adam was watching, his eyes guarded.In the confusion, I remembered a voice, calling my name. "I heard… I think I heard his voice. He was calling out to me, wasn’t he?" I looked at Adam, hoping he would deny it, hoping he would tell me it was just my mind playing tricks.But Adam’s face was serious, his silence speaking louder than any words."Oh my goodness! I thought it was just a
FINN'S POVAfter I hung up the phone, I let out a shaky breath and slumped against the wall, feeling my knees buckle under the weight of everything. I slid down until I was sitting on the floor, my head in my hands.Reaching out to Adam was something I really didn't want to do, but I had thought maybe, just maybe, he could help me find someone… a better doctor for Dante. But I never thought Aria would hear what was going on, and now everything was even more tangled, more messed up.My body felt like it had been through a lot this past week—sleepless nights, constant shocks, a hundred plans just to have them all fall apart. And for what?I bit back a growl as I thought about the true root of all this chaos: Linda. The woman who dared to call herself part of our family, who smiled sweetly and said the right things in front of my mother, all the while betraying us in the cruelest way.Linda. That bitch!!The rage twisted in my gut as I thought of her, standing there pretending to care, h
ADAM'S POVAfter the call with Finn and everything that happened, I turned my attention to Aria. She gripped the side of her hospital bed tightly, her knuckles turning white, her face drained of all colour. Her eyes, lost, kept drifting towards the door, as if Dante might walk through it any second, somehow alive and well.I reached out, gently guiding her back on the bed, helping her settle until her head was resting comfortably on the pillow."Aria," I whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "Once Finn has taken care of things on his end, I promise I’ll take you to see Dante."She let out a shaky breath, her hand curling around mine in a desperate grip. "Do you… do you think he’ll be okay, Adam?"I held her hand tighter, trying to find words that wouldn’t break her. "I am… we are doing everything we can. Finn is trying to make sure you’ll be able to see him soon. I know it’s hard, but for now, you need to rest.""Adam," she whispered, a hint of panic still in her v
FINN'S POVThe air in Dante's hospital room was thick with tension, the kind that twisted itself into knots in your stomach and refused to let go.I was standing by the window, watching the gray clouds drift aimlessly across the sky, when the faint sound of footsteps brought me back to reality.My mother sat next to me, her hands clenched so tightly in her lap that her knuckles were white. Neither of us had said much, too consumed by worry, by fear, by the heavy burden of waiting.Suddenly, the door opened, and the Griffith Pack’s medical team walked in, each one of them moving with an air of authority, dressed in pristine white coats bearing their pack’s emblem.The moment they entered, everyone froze. My mother let out a small, shocked gasp, and I felt my own heart skip a beat. Even Linda, who had been sitting across the room pretending to be lost in thought, looked up, her face momentarily slipping as recognition flashed in her eyes.The hospital staff, who had been bustling around