Illyana’s POV
Sofia's hand rested on mine, her touch a warm anchor in the storm of emotions that raged within me. Her eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were now filled with a deep concern that mirrored my own fear.
"Illy," she said, her voice soft but firm, "you can't keep this bottled up inside. We need to tell someone. We need to go to the police."
I shook my head, the thought of involving the authorities sending a fresh wave of panic through me. "No," I whispered, my voice hoarse with unshed tears. "We can't. You don't understand. Luke... he's not someone you can just report to the police. His family... they have connections. Power. Money. They could make this... disappear."
The memory of Luke's world, of the opulent mansion that had felt more like a prison, of the veiled threa
