Zyra POV
I’m still trying to recover from the sheer absurdity of this morning when Dael starts moving again.
Not toward the door.
Not toward the chair.
Toward my bedroom.
“Hey…” I start, confused.
But he’s already taken two slow steps past me.
My stomach drops.
“Dael,” I say sharply, following him, “that’s my room.”
“I noticed.”
“That means you don’t just walk into it.”
He pauses at the doorway anyway.
Then he steps inside.
I hurry after him, completely unprepared for the strange wave of panic suddenly rising in my chest.
Because the moment he crosses the threshold, his eyes begin scanning the room.
Calm. Observant.
The same way he studies everything.
The small desk.
The scattered books.
The window.
And then—
His gaze lands on the bed.
My bed.
Grey sheets.
My heart
