Night descended slowly, bringing with it a false sense of calm that wrapped the city in silence. After a day filled with tension, betrayal, and shocking revelations, Evalina finally returned to her apartment—exhausted, confused, and unsure of who to trust anymore.

But what puzzled her most tonight was the man now sitting quietly in her living room—Hunter Jackson.

Hunter hadn’t said much since they got back from the office. He simply offered her a warm meal, let her shower first, and then arranged the blanket and pillows neatly on the couch.

“I told you, you can sleep in my room. I’ll take the couch,” Hunter said, adjusting the pillows.

Evalina...