Natalie's pov
Someone had been watching us. The thought settled into my stomach like ice.
I stared at the photograph on my phone, my thumb frozen against the screen.
The image was slightly blurry, taken from a distance, but there was no mistaking it.
Kian stood near the bottom of the staircase.
I was halfway up the stairs, and he was looking at me.The angle made it seem intimate, deliberate.Like we had shared some private jokes before I disappeared upstairs.
The caption sat beneath the photograph in bold letters.
They don’t even bother hiding it at home anymore.
My throat tightened.
“That picture was taken inside the mansion,” I managed to speak past the huge lump in my throat.
Kian didn’t answer. I looked up to see his face. His face had gone completely still.
“Kian,” I said
