_Dorian's POV_
I stood in the room for a long moment, staring at the door Lyla had just walked through. My heart pounded in my chest. My emotions were a mixture of anger, confusion, and something else—something far worse.
Emptiness.
She wasn’t my Lyla anymore.
Her voice, her scent, her touch—everything about her was different. Cold. Distant. Like I was nothing more than a stranger to her. My mind raced with possibilities. Had Aaron done something to her? Had he erased her memories? Or worse—had he truly changed her heart?
I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. No. That couldn’t be it. Somewhere deep inside, the real Lyla was still there. I just had to find her.
I turned to the closet and grabbed the first set of clothes I saw. A simple black shirt and dark jeans. They fit well enough,
