Adonis’s POV
The moment Autumn disappeared into her room, I felt the weight in my chest grow heavier. Something wasn’t right. She smiled at me, smiled at all of us, like she meant it… but I knew her smile. That wasn’t it. That wasn’t her.
I called Dante and Knox into the study. I couldn’t stay still. My fingers were twitching, and my heart was racing. She was back home, but everything felt wrong.
“She’s not the same,” I said, pacing. “Did you see the way she looked at Agatha? She didn’t flinch. Not even once. And that smile… it was too calm. Too polite.”
Knox shrugged. He always tried to act like things didn’t bother him. “She’s been through a lot, Adonis. Give her space. Maybe she’s still in pain.”
“She was pretending,” I muttered. “I could feel it.”
“Paranoia isn’t going to help he
