Lina's POV
Aunt Camille and Sonya came to see me later that afternoon.
I was back in the private room Adrian had arranged for me, trying to process everything, when they walked in. Both were dressed in black—Aunt Camille in a simple dress that looked almost funeral, Sonya in a designer outfit that probably cost more than most people's monthly rent.
Aunt Camille looked at me with something that might have been respect. Or maybe just fear.
She'd clearly knew that I wasn't just some orphan anymore. That I was married to Adrian Storm, one of the most powerful Alphas in North America.
"I did accidentally start that fire," Sonya said without preamble. Her voice was flat, emotionless. "But there's no way it should have spread that fast. No way it should have gotten that big."
