Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Five
Cecilia's POV
I'd been hiding in my apartment for days. Ever since my uncles had shown up at my door that first time with their threats and their lawyers and their barely concealed rage at my father's will. The walls of this place had started to feel smaller with each passing day, pressing in on me until I could barely breathe without feeling trapped.
Malachi was used to this kind of life. I knew that much about him. He'd spent years in Dark City after Emily died, living in the shadows, building something dangerous and powerful away from everyone who knew him. He seemed comfortable in darkness, like he'd made peace with it in a way I never could.
