Trinity’s POV
The corridor was quiet except for the faint echo of my footsteps against the polished marble. Morning light spilled through the high windows, painting pale gold across the stone floor. I’d been lost in my own thoughts—turning over every detail of last night’s dinner, every look from the triplets, every word Alpha Caelum whispered—when I nearly walked straight into someone.
“Trinity,” a familiar voice said, steady but softer than usual.
I blinked up at Liam. He looked… different. Less composed than usual, like he hadn’t slept much. His dark hair was a little mussed, his usually perfect collar slightly open.
“Sorry,” I said automatically, stepping back.
But then he shook his head. “No. I should be the one apologizing.”
I frowned. “For what?”
“For last night,” he said. Hi
