Darcy's POV.
Her eyes darted between me and Alpha Theon, searching for an explanation. "What are you doing here?" Lydia asked, breaking the silence.
“Well….uhhh…” I stuttered, trying to come up with an excuse, but before I could defend myself, Alpha Theon simply entered and slammed the door shut behind him. I flinched, and my eyes met Lydia's, who folded her arms, her expression stern.
"I asked him about you," she said, her voice firm. "He said you weren't with him, so how do you explain this? And why the lie?" she added, her eyes narrowing.
I swallowed hard, praying for my brain to reboot. This wasn't the best time for it to freeze up. I wanted to scream, to beg my brain to respond. But it remained stubbornly silent.
Lydia snapped her fingers in front of my face.
"Dracy, I'm talkin
