The bathroom door clicked shut, and the sounds of running water filled the silence. Aiden's smile faltered, replaced by a deep furrow in his brow. He walked over to the window, running his hand along the now-locked frame. It was secure, yes, but the image of those scattered black petals, the crushed bouquet, was burned into his mind. Lucian had been here. In their room. While Cassian slept.
A cold dread coiled in his stomach. He glanced at the trash bin, a dark, empty void where the roses had been. Leonel had been quick, efficient. But what if Lucian had left something else? A note? A hidden camera? The thought sent a shiver down his spine. He ran his eyes over every surface, every shadow, suddenly hyper-aware of the vulnerability of their space.
