The authority in his voice left little room for argument. Reluctantly, she stepped aside, her unease growing as he entered her room.
Closing the door behind him, Aria turned to face him, her arms crossed defensively. "If you're here to lecture me or accuse me of something, you can leave. I've had enough for one day."
Medrick's lips pressed into a thin line as he studied her. There was no denying the tension between them, but beneath it was something unspoken, a weight neither was willing to address outright.
"I'm not here to lecture you," he said finally, his voice low but firm. "But we need to talk."
Without wasting time, Medrick's voice cut through the silence. "What's going on between you and Lucien?" His tone was demanding, laced with suspicion.
