Hailey's POV
I didn't step aside right away.
Kingsley stood at the threshold of the hotel suite like he didn't know whether he was allowed inside or not.
Like crossing that invisible line depended entirely on whether I still believed he was the enemy.
My hand stayed on the doorframe. My head still hurts, not the sharp agony from earlier, but a deep, bruised ache, the kind that came after something had been torn open and left exposed.
"You knew," I said finally.
It wasn't an accusation, it wasn't even loud. It was flat, exhausted, scraped raw.
Kingsley nodded once.
"Yes."
The word landed hard.
I turned and walked back into the living room without telling him to follow. I heard the door close behind him anyway in a soft and careful way, like he was afraid sudd
