YELENA
What?
He planted a camera in my office?
He really did that? He couldn’t even tell me. And why?
I stared at the tiny device on the table beside his suitcase, feeling equal parts shocked and annoyed. My mind spun.
Tristan was sitting there like it was nothing, like sneaky little games were part of his daily alpha routine. My hands clenched. I should have been angry. I was. But… part of me couldn’t stop staring.
He walked back to his chair and sat down, placing the camera carefully on the table. His eyes caught mine, calm, calculating, and that damn half-smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"But this wasn’t the real reason I’m here," he said smoothly, making me jerk my gaze away from him. "I found something… more interesting."
I rolled my eyes. Typical Tristan. Always provi
