“Lucian’s POV”

Then she gently handed me her phone, her expression still frozen in shock.

I took it slowly, eyes dropping to the screen.

Multiple pictures of her—taken from inside her room, on her way to school. The sender had no identity, no name.

At the end, a single message was attached:

Always watching you, princesa.

The line made my chest turn to ice.

Now I understood her shock. I was the only one who ever called her by that name. And now, an anonymous spy used it too.

“What the ...