Bastian’s POV
As I stood to leave, Liliana’s voice stopped me before I could take more than two steps.
“Oh, Bastian?” she called, her tone deceptively sweet.
I turned back to face her, already bracing myself for whatever mischief she had in store. The teasing glint in her eyes told me I wasn’t going to escape unscathed.
She sat casually on the edge of the bed, her long hair cascading over her shoulder, her fingers idly tracing the rim of her teacup. Too casual. Too dangerous.
“I hope you got plenty of rest,” she mused, her voice filled with feigned innocence and concern, though the smirk tugging at her lips told me otherwise. “I mean, after the… long night you had.”
My jaw tightened. Here we go.
“I was perfectly fine,” I replied evenly, refusing to take the bait.
Her smirk deepened
