Aliana’s POV

I was keeping secrets from Freddy which made me feel guilty but this world was built on them, and now I was keeping one of my own.

Every time I left the mansion, every time I met with Salvatore, every time I lied to Freddy—I was weaving a trap. A trap for a traitor and no one could know. Not yet.

For the past week, I had been making regular trips to Riley’s house.

Each time, I gave Freddy a simple excuse—training with Riley, clearing my head, needing space. And each time, he let me go but I wasn’t just training. I was meeting Salvatore.

I was learning...