Anna's POV
I rush back to my bed the moment I hear Dylan’s voice outside my door. My heart tightens. A few seconds later, someone knocks—and the door swings open before I can even speak.
Dylan steps inside, brow raised and suspicion in every line of his face. “The guards outside your door told me you haven’t left this room since yesterday,” he says, folding his arms, eyes sharp. He pauses, giving me a chance to speak—but I stay silent.
“That’s what they said,” he continues, voice low, “but I saw you. At the Sacred Duo Hall. Don’t tell me I imagined it. You were there, weren’t you?”
My throat tightens. I swallow. “How can I be here and there at the same time?” I ask, trying to sound calm.
“Don’t think I’m stupid,” he snaps, running a frustrated hand over his face. “I even asked Vaness
