Chapter 147

• Jenny’s POV
• I sat on the couch, my fingers absentmindedly picking at the edge of my sweater. There was a tension in the room, a heaviness that hadn’t lifted since Lyanna had shown up, battered and bruised. She hadn’t said much yet, just that something had drawn her out of her house that night—something urgent.
• Ian and Jacob stood near the window, their postures tense as they watched her. Sophia sat beside me, her face pale, worry etched in every line of her expression. I hadn’t been able to get comfortable since Lyanna walked through the door. Her presence always felt like a mystery, like she knew more than she let on. And the fact that she’d been kidnapped only heightened that unease.