Chapter 47

• Caden
• As I stepped back into the private lounge, a wave of relief washed over me. The club’s energy was infectious, but all I could think about was Lila. I swept over the room, till my eyes landed on her slumped against the plush couch, a wave of frustration surged through me. She was already asleep, her head tilted at an awkward angle and her hair a wild tangle around her shoulders.
• I cursed under my breath, feeling an uncharacteristic swell of protectiveness. "Damn it, Lila," I muttered, stepping closer to her. The sight of her ruffled clothes and scattered hair made my stomach twist with concern. Ronan can’t see her like this, I thought, feeling the weight of brotherly responsibility pressing down on me. She looked vulnerable and lost, and I couldn't allow her to be seen like that.