Raisel - POV

“Who sent this?” I asked the room service guy, holding up the card.

“I… I don’t know, Miss,” he stammered. “I was just delivering the food, and—”

“What’s going on?” Soren’s voice cut through the tension, sharp and commanding.

I turned to him, holding up the card. His eyes darkened as he shifted his gaze to the room service attendant, who visibly tensed under the weight of Soren’s scrutiny.

“Tell me the truth.” His voice was cold, ...