ALYANA POV The clock on the wall felt like it was getting louder. I sat on the edge of the bed, watching the digital numbers glow in the dark. The mansion was tomb-quiet, the kind of silence that made every floorboard creak seem like a shout. 11:32 PM. I picked at a loose thread on my sweater, trying to talk myself out of this. It was a terrible idea. Sneaking out to meet Leo—Julian’s brother—in a house that was essentially a high-tech fortress? I was asking for trouble. And yet, I found myself standing up. I threw on a cardigan and headed for the door, my heart thudding against my ribs the moment I touched the handle. The hallway was dim, the recessed lights casting long, thin shadows across the marble. I stood there for a heartbeat, listening for any sign of life. Nothing. No footsteps, no voices. I slipped out, closing the door behind me with agonizing slowness. Every step I took felt amplified. Even though the house was massive, I felt like the walls were leaning in, record
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