Dahlia's POV
Soren finished reading the text message and shot up from his seat, heading straight for the door. But just before stepping out, he stopped abruptly, turned around, and spoke with deliberate slowness. "Don't leave this room."
The door slammed shut behind him.
I sank back into the cushions, watching his retreating form through the gap before the door closed completely. My mind raced with possibilities. Was this about the Zaid family business? Some crisis with the company perhaps?
His face had been tight with urgency, almost panic. I knew better than to pry.
Even if I had asked, Soren wouldn't have given me a straight answer anyway.
That man carried secrets like other people carried wallets. Always close to the chest, never fully revealed.
