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That was another reason I was ready for all this mess to be over. It was about time for Striker to stop being stuck on enforcing duty so he could actually talk to Cassidy. I wasn’t going to push him to do it before then, though—we had enough on our plates.

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” Mia said. She looked pretty as ever with her blonde hair pulled up in a bun atop her head. “Hawk and Steph had some clan stuff to handle today, and I thought you might want some company.”

I heard the words she didn’t say.After yesterday.Her soft gaze conveyed her concern. Dylan didn’t know about the drive-by shooting, and I intended to keep it that way. My boy had been through enough since we came to Lakeview.

“Thank you.” I poured myself a cup of coffee, and Mia joined me in the kitchen. The soundtrack of the kids’ laughter and the dog’s playful yips eased my worries.

“How are you doing? Hawk said you didn’t sound so good on the phone yesterday.”

I sighed. “It just feels never-ending, you know? Every time I think we’re going to get a moment of reprieve, something else happens. And honestly, Hawk didn’t sound good on the phone, either.”

Mia nodded. “He was worried someone might show up here. He’s getting paranoid.”

“I don’t think that’s paranoid at all. I think it’s reasonable.” I glanced at Striker, who was staring at Cassidy again. “I’m glad we have the enforcers around here.”

“Tank’s outside, too,” Mia said. “Hawk said they’re keeping guys on the perimeter. He’s getting really antsy.”

“How’s he handling this?” I asked.

Mia sighed. “Not well, honestly. This whole thing with Sean is really hard for him. Beyond the danger, I mean. Hawk really wanted Sean to turn it around and come back to the clan.”

“Was that ever a possibility?” I asked. For as long as I’d been back in Lakeview, Sean had been nothing but an enemy.

“Maybe a long time ago, but not in the past few years. Hawk always held out hope, though.” She shook her head and smiled fondly. “He’s an optimist. Sometimes to the point of naïveté. It’s one of the things I love about him, but it hurts him, too. He never fully gave up on Sean, and now he’s having to come to terms with that.”

“And Steph did?” I asked.

“Ace is the alpha. He can’t afford to be naïve. He took Sean at his word, even if he didn’t like what he was hearing.”

I wrapped my arms around myself, my heart breaking for Steph all over again. “It still can’t be easy, though.”

Mia nodded, and we sipped our coffee while we watched the kids play around in the living room, carefree as anything.

I didn’t know much about Steph’s childhood, but Sean was his twin brother. They must have been close once. I’d been so caught up in my own fear, my own rage, that I hadn’t thought how difficult this might be for Steph. Cassidy was the closest thing I had to a sister—how would I feel if something in her shattered, and she became my worst enemy?

The mere thought of that was enough to turn my stomach.

To end this, it wouldn’t be enough for Steph to beat Sean. He had to kill him. It was the only way to be sure.

Shame twisted in my chest. “I haven’t talked to him about this.”

Mia squeezed my shoulder. “Right now, your safety is the most important thing to him. Sean kidnapped you, Harley. Ace isn’t expecting you to have any empathy for Sean.”

I huffed a laugh. “I know. It’s not that I feel like Ineedto. I want to. I want him to know he can lean on me… Even now. Even for this.”

“He’s lucky to have you,” Mia said.

“Thanks.” Maybe it was the stress of the last few days, but Mia’s kindness made my throat tighten a little. Steph wasn’t the only one who made me feel safe and supported, the whole clan did. I cleared my throat. “Did Hawk say anything else about yesterday?”

The giggles in the living room turned to squeals and shrieks of delight as Zoey bounded around Dylan and Bella. “Okay, okay,” Cassidy said with a clap of her hands. “That’s enough inside-chaos, let’s take it to the backyard.” Laughing, she herded the young ones outside, and Striker quickly followed them.

“I’ll join you in a minute,” Mia told Striker. “I need the quiet.”

“Me too,” I said. “After raising Dylan by myself for so many years, it’s nice to have some other people around to help him burn off energy.”

“Takes a village,” Cassidy said before closing the door to the porch behind her.

“That woman’s a mind-reader,” Mia said.