Aurelia's POV
Every instinct screamed at me to confront Maddox right there, to demand an explanation for the surveillance photos on his phone. But something held me back—maybe it was the calculating look in his eyes, or the way his body had tensed when I'd seen the images.
He's dangerous, Luna warned in my mind. We need to be smart about this.
"I'm fine," I said with forced calm, handing him back his phone without looking at the screen again. "Just clumsy. Sorry about that."
Maddox studied my face carefully. "Are you sure? You look pale."
"Just tired," I lied, backing away from him. "I should get some rest."
I turned and walked toward my room with measured steps, fighting every urge to run. Only when I reached my door did I allow myself to move quickly, slipping inside and locking it
