Darcy's POV.
"Hide," he whispered urgently, but I was confused - where could I possibly hide? The office was sparse, with no furniture to conceal me. But before I could react, Theon walked to the door, and I instinctively squeezed myself under the table, holding my breath.
I prayed to the Moon Goddess, promising to avoid Alpha Theon from now on if only she'd get me out of this predicament. I peeked out to see Theon blocking Lydia's path, his broad shoulders preventing her from entering. They were speaking in hushed tones, their words indistinguishable.
My heart pounded in my chest as I struggled to quiet my breathing. I wished the floor would swallow me whole, sparing me from this humiliating situation.
Why was Lydia here, anyway? It made no sense. I watched, frozen, as Theon continu
