Angela's POV
The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a room in shades of gray and black. It took a few seconds for my brain to catch up, to realize where I was.
Aaron’s room.
I still remembered the sound of Lyla’s footsteps getting closer. Panic had hit me instantly. There was nowhere else to hide. This was the only room I could think of at the time, so I slipped inside.
A few minutes passed. No sign of Lyla.
Exhaustion washed over me, and somehow, I fell asleep right there.
I stretched, my body still stiff from tension. When I turned my head, my stomach tightened.
His eyes were on me, cold, sharp, and unreadable.
“Aaron.”
"I… I didn’t come in here for anything weird.”
“I heard Lyla’s footsteps coming closer,” I added quickly. “I just... I didn’t want her to find me. That
