Silas’s POV
I leave Teo’s room with the same excuses I’ve used my entire life.
Twenty minutes, that’s all it takes to get what I want from people like him. A little charm, a little interest in his logistics, and his stupid delivery routes.
Yet his loyalty to Zayne—unquestioning, yet complicated. Easy to steer around if needed.
I tell Isabella I want to look around the house a little more.
She barely looks up from her phone when I say it. Just hums, distracted, already halfway into a conversation with Aurora. She trusts me. She always has. That trust feels heavy tonight.
I move through the house slowly, deliberately, like I belong everywhere. I ask Teo where Zayne’s room is, casual, like it’s nothing more than curiosity.
Second floor. End of the hall. By the left.
Of course, I wait
