Lior’s POV
The morning sun spills through the high windows of my penthouse, painting the marble floors in streaks of gold. The place should feel quiet, calm—except it isn’t.
My phone hasn’t stopped buzzing since dawn. The constant vibration is like a pulse I can’t escape, each tremor dragging me back to last night. Aurelia. Her name lights up the screen again and again. Relentless. What kind of person keeps calling when the other doesn’t pick up once? Anyone with sense would stop. Read the room. But no—she keeps pressing, as if sheer persistence will force me to answer.
“Is something wrong, Lior?”
Her voice cuts through the tension, soft but direct. Lila’s been walking a step behind me, but now she matches my pace, eyes narrowing. “You’ve been somewhere else since this morning. You did
