Maliya's POV
I woke up to the sound of car engines and men shouting orders outside my window.
The clock on my nightstand read 3:47 AM. I slipped out of bed and walked to the window, careful to stay hidden behind the curtain.
The grounds were lit up like a Christmas tree. Security guards moved in groups of three across the garden, their flashlights cutting through the darkness. Two black SUVs sat in the driveway, and I could see more men unloading equipment from the back.
It looked like Something had happened.
I pressed my ear against the bedroom door and listened. Heavy footsteps moved up and down the hallway. Their Voices was low and urgent. Rafael's voice cut through the others, giving sharp commands.
I couldn't make out the words, but I could hear the anger in his tone.
I grabbed
