Dylan's POV
I paced back and forth in my office, my mind racing with thoughts of who could have taken my diary. I had been restless all day, my anxiety growing with each passing minute. Losing my diary was a disaster, a catastrophe that could have far-reaching consequences.
I thought back to the last people who had visited my room, trying to remember if anyone had seemed suspicious. Jasmine had been in my room, but I hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary. And then there was Ava, my mate. I had given her access to my room, but I hadn't thought she would betray my trust. It certainly couldn't be her or could it be?
I sighed, feeling a pang of disappointment. I never trusted anyone completely, not even Ava. It was a habit I had developed over the years, a way of protecting myself fro
