The locket felt ice-cold in Alina’s palm, its delicate chain wrapped around her trembling fingers. It was impossible.
No one should have been able to get into her apartment—not without her or Damon noticing.
And yet… someone had.
A chill crept down her spine. "They had been inside while she was sleeping."
Her voice came out barely above a whisper. “How did they get in?”
Damon’s expression was unreadable, but his body was taut with tension. “They didn’t break in. Which means they had a key.”
Alina’s breath hitched. “That’s not possible.”
Damon exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Possible or not, it happened.” His jaw tightened. “And it means Victor isn’t just sending a message. He’s showing you he has full access to your life.”
Alina felt a wave of nau
