Keira
I stared at the photo for a long moment, the violation of it settling in slow and cold, worse somehow than any of the staged content from the past few weeks. This hadn't been a gala, a photoshoot, a scheduled appearance. This had been my own room, my own window, a private moment someone had decided wasn't private enough to leave alone.
"What is it?" Mason asked, noticing the shift in my expression immediately.
I turned the phone toward him without a word. I watched his jaw tighten, the same controlled fury I'd seen from him at the café, except sharper now, more personal.
"Someone was outside your window," he said, standing abruptly, moving toward the glass to check the courtyard below, though whoever had taken the photo was long gone by now. "This isn't a fan account catching a l
