Nestore's pov
I still haven’t been able to get my hands on any of the documents, they’re more discreet than you can think,” I heard Ayla’s soft whispers from a corner of her room.
“Yes, I will…”
I pushed the door open, not bothering to knock. She jolted, clutching her new phone and hurriedly ending the call, pretending like nothing had just happened.
She was on the bed, wrapped up in the covers, but her eyes were wide with alarm. Guilt rolled off her like perfume—subtle, but unmistakable.
“Who were you talking to?” I asked, stepping inside and shutting the door behind me.
“No one,” she said quickly, too quickly.
I raised a brow, moving closer. “You really expect me to believe that?”
She looked away, biting her bottom lip; I hate liars, Ayla, Especially the bad ones.
“I’m not lying
