Sofia's POV
"Noah, what are you looking at?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as I stepped away from the oak crib.
The warmth that had filled the room just a moment ago vanished, replaced by an unsettling, icy draft. Noah stood frozen beside the nightstand, his long body rigid, his grey eyes locked on the small glowing tablet in his hand. The color had completely drained from his face, leaving his sharp jawline looking like carved marble.
"Noah?" I tried again, taking a step toward him. "You're scaring me. What's on the screen?"
He didn't speak. He slowly turned the tablet toward me, his fingers trembling—a subtle movement I had never seen from him before.
I looked down at the bright display.
The live feed showed a dimly lit room with stone walls—a private vault I reco
