Alina’s POV
“Who were you talking to?” Jaxon asked, his voice careful, which made my stomach twist. He stood in the doorway, lit by the light from the hallway, his expression unreadable. Behind him, I could see the shadowy figures of Maddox and Ronan.
My heart raced. How much had they overheard?
“My friend Chloe,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady even though my heart was pounding. “Well..I finally got my phone back, and she called since she hadn’t heard from me in weeks.”
Jaxon studied me for a moment, and I could see him weighing his options—should he press me further, let it go, or decide if it was important?
“At 1 AM?” Maddox called out from the hallway, sounding more amused than suspicious.
“She was worried,” I explained, which was partly true.
Jaxon nodded slowly, then
