Chapter 86: Secret Artist
(Amelia's POV)
The soft hum of the security system chiming made me glance up from my phone. For a brief moment, my pulse quickened. Was it Alexander? My grip on the phone tightened as I considered the possibility. But no—the code for the security system wouldn’t chime if he had entered. He knew it well.
"Maybe Victoria," I murmured to myself, standing and walking toward the door. She came and went unpredictably, with the same access as Alexander. Still, the thought didn’t quite settle.
Setting my phone on the nearest side table, I made my way to the entrance. The security screen blinked to life as I tapped the button, revealing a messenger in formal Stone Pack attire. His appearance and demeanor exuded professionalism.
“Luna,” he said respectfully, givin
