_Lyla's POV_
When I returned to the room, Dorian was pacing. His expression was twisted in disbelief. He looked up as I entered, and his voice trembled with anger and shock.
“She didn’t deny it, did she?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.
“No,” I said softly and closed the door behind me. “She didn’t have to.”
Dorian ran a hand through his hair, frustration pouring off him in waves. “I can’t believe it. Aaron planned all of this. From the beginning.”
His eyes locked with mine. “He drugged me, Lyla. He used Camilla like a pawn. And he… he did it to take you away from me.”
I swallowed hard, feeling a bitter lump rise in my throat. “It wasn’t just about taking me away from you. He needed me to bond with him… for something darker. I didn’t see it at first, but now—” I hesitate
