Anna POV
I kept my phone and dressed up first, Went downstairs to fill my coffee cup.
I checked my phone again and there they were still staring at me.
Three new settings had been enabled. Location tracking, running continuously, linked to an account I had never created. Call log access, active, feeding to an external device. And a screenshot disablement function buried two menus deep — anything I tried to capture on the screen would fail without any visible error.
Three settings. All of them enabled between ten last night and seven this morning.
I put the phone face-down on the table and picked up my coffee and finished it at the sink with my back to the room, and when Dorian came down at half past seven I was rinsing the cup and he walked past me to the coffee machine and said good
