Chapter 52

• AUBREY
• The tension between Knox and me has stretched for days like a taut wire ready to snap. Ever since I fled from Jax's story about the Haven Pack, Knox has been sleeping in his study, leaving our bed cold and empty. During meals, he maintains polite distance—answering when spoken to, but never initiating conversation. His green eyes, once warm with affection, now hold disappointment and growing suspicion.
• I catch him watching me sometimes, his jaw clenched with frustration. He knows I'm hiding something massive, and my continued silence is eating away at whatever trust we've built.