Kian's Pov
I stood there for a few seconds after her door closed.
Just staring at it.
She looked exhausted.
Not sleepy.
Exhausted.
There was a difference.
Eventually, I turned and headed downstairs, glancing back one last time before continuing.
Halfway down, I noticed one of the butlers carrying luggage through the entrance.
I frowned.
"Who owns that?"
The butler looked up.
"We have a visitor, sir."
"A visitor?"
"Yes, sir."
"Who exactly is the visitor?"
The butler shifted awkwardly.
"I don't know, sir. Your mother requested that I prepare one of the guest rooms."
I hesitated.
For a second, I considered asking more.
Instead, I nodded.
"Alright."
I was halfway to the door when someone walked inside.
A man.
Around Ariana's age.
Well dressed.
Confident.
The kind of
