First Person's Perspective –
Lucian's POV
I sat on the leather couch in my dimly lit bedroom, the glare of the big screen in front of me illuminating the otherwise shadowy space.
My eyes were locked on the live feed of Enise's room, transmitted through the secret camera I'd planted. It was a questionable act, I knew that, but I didn't care. Enise wasn't even aware of it.
Creepy? Maybe. Necessary? Absolutely.
The sight on the screen made my jaw clench. Marcus. His face filled the frame, his expression smug and insufferable as always.
I leaned back against the cushions, contempt boiling in my chest. How had I ever called him a friend? Once, we'd been close, but those days were long gone.
Marcus's loyalty had always been with Lucas. Even when I'd been framed for something I didn't do
