Aria's POV
My fingers closed tight around the torn strip of paper. I remembered everything Laurence had told me.
When my father arrived, there had been a woman at his side.
My wolf snarled.
She did this.
I shot to my feet, the chair scraping across the floor.
"Laurence, I'm stepping out. Stay with my father."
My voice was no longer hoarse. It was cold.
"If he wakes, tell him I'll be back soon."
I went to the security room. The guard on duty recognized me—he'd seen me with Noah before—so when I said I needed the garden footage, he didn't ask many questions.
He pulled it up at once.
"The pavilion sits in a blind spot," he explained. "Only this far camera caught any of it, and there's a tree blocking the view. See if it's any use to you."
I barely heard him. My eyes were fixed on
