Aria’s POV

The mansion was dark when we returned, quiet except for the soft echo of our footsteps on marble. I expected to go straight to the bedroom, maybe shower, maybe pretend to sleep beside a man I barely understood.

But as we reached the hallway, the maid — Lina appeared out of nowhere.

“Madam,” she said gently, “there’s something you should see.”

Something in her tone made my pulse jump.

I followed her down the corridor, toward one of the guest rooms — one I never ...