Finn’s POV

I watched as Rose left the dining room, her back straight, movements calm, as though she were completely in control. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more beneath that carefully crafted composure. Why did she want to see me in my office? I felt a faint pulse of suspicion as I stood up, unable to ignore the tension that lingered between us tonight.

Just as I took a step to follow her, Alina approached, her expression a mix of worry and frustration. She lowered her voice, glancing briefly in the direction Rose had disappeared to make sure she was out of earshot. “Finn, you need...