Aluna did not remember leaving the clinic.
One moment she was staring at her reflection, pale and uncertain. The next, she was sitting in the back seat of Arka’s car, the city lights sliding past like ghosts.
She did not speak.
The security driver did not speak either.
Everything felt suspended.
Her phone rested in her lap.
Silent now.
But the words remained.
He knew before you told him.
She clenched her fingers tightly.
No.
That was impossible.
Arka had looked surprised.
He had asked questions.
He had doubted her.
Hadn’t he?
Or had he simply performed surprise?
The thought made her stomach twist.
When the car finally stopped inside the private garage of the penthouse, she hesitated before stepping out.
She needed to see his face.
She needed to know.
The elevator ride
