ZAYDEN
The moment Vincent stepped into the room, my heart nearly stopped. The door creaked as he pushed it open wider, his sharp eyes sweeping over me. I forced my breathing to slow, ignoring the thin sheen of sweat on my forehead.
He frowned. "Why are you standing like that? And why the hell are you sweating?"
I clenched my jaw. Think fast.
"Just… exercising," I said, forcing a tight-lipped smile. "I couldn’t sleep, so I thought a little workout might help."
Vincent narrowed his eyes, clearly unconvinced. "At this hour? In your room?"
I shrugged, running a hand through my hair. "I don’t see a gym around, do you?"
He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "Fine. Whatever. Have you seen Scarlett? I’ve been looking for her everywhere. She’s not in our room."
I kept my face blank, my fin
