Marian's POV
A week had passed, and the eerie silence continued. No phone calls. No texts. No letters. It was as if the cryptic warning and the ominous symbol had been figments of my imagination.
At first, I stayed vigilant, jumping at every creak in the villa and scanning every unfamiliar face on the street. I double-checked the locks every night, even with the guards Aiden insisted on keeping stationed outside. But as the days wore on and nothing happened, my paranoia began to fade, replaced by a kind of begrudging indifference.
By now, I'd half-heartedly decided to stay on alert—but only when I remembered to. I still caught myself looking over my shoulder every now and then or checking my phone for any suspicious messages. But the urgency that had gripped me a week ago was gone, replaced by a sense of resignation.
