Ian’s POV
The cold, still body of the cook lay there in front of me, and everything felt wrong. The silence that filled the room was suffocating, the kind that pressed against your chest and made it impossible to breathe. My hands shook as I stared at the knife, the blood, her vacant eyes.
I didn’t know what to think. Who did this? Why?
I could hear the faint sound of footsteps, then a voice, sharp and piercing. "Ian, what happened? What did you do to her?" Mia’s voice cut through my thoughts, and I snapped my gaze up to her.
My body tensed immediately. I didn’t have time for this. Not now.
"Shut up, Mia” I growled, my hands tightening into fists at my sides. I felt a fury rising within me, boiling over with every word that left her lips. "Don’t say that. Don’t you dare accuse me of s
