Alina’s POV - The Next MorningI woke up in my old room at the compound, sunlight streaming through familiar windows, the distant sound of motorcycles and conversation drifting up from below. For the first time in weeks, I’d slept deeply, dreamlessly, without the constant low-level anxiety that had haunted me in the apartment.Someone had brought my belongings while I’d slept—my clothes hung in the closet, my books stacked on the desk, my personal items arranged on the dresser exactly as I’d left them. Like they’d been waiting for me to come back, preserved in case I changed my mind.A knock sounded at my door. “You decent?” Maddox’s voice.“Come in,” I called, sitting up.He entered carrying a tray with coffee, toast, and fruit. “Figured you’d be hungry. You didn’t eat last night after… everything.”“You didn’t have to bring me breakfast in bed,” I said, touched by the gesture.“I wanted to,” he replied, setting the tray on my lap. “Plus, there’s a club meeting in an hour. Wanted to
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