But the matter was far from over.
Of all the people Ayla didn't want watching her, Draven was at the top of the list.
She couldn't reconcile it. The man she remembered had been steady and warm, the kind of presence that made a room feel safer just by being in it. And yet for months he had been surveilling her in secret while making no attempt to reach out, no word, no explanation. She didn't know what he wanted. She didn't know what any of it meant.
The discovery hit her harder than she expected. It was like watching a familiar face rearrange itself into something unrecognizable. Everything she had felt with him, everything she had seen and touched and trusted, had pointed to someone genuinely good.
But this wasn't that.
She could have accepted curiosity. She would have understood if he'd asked a mutual friend how she was doing, what she'd been up to.
She planned to do the same about his time in Zheron, and there was nothing wrong with that.
What she couldn't accept was the camera-eye surveillance, the silent and total observation of her private life. Everyone had moments they didn't want witnessed. Even people you loved, maybe especially them, didn't get to take that from you.
Ayla spent the day trying to absorb it. She knew she needed to confront him, but she hadn't figured out how to begin that conversation, and so the hours passed badly.
What made it worse was that she'd had to find out herself. He should have come to her. He should have explained. Instead he'd said nothing, and if she hadn't uncovered it, she wondered how long it would have gone on.
Her so-called initiative was just being forced into action by someone else's silence.
That evening at dinner, a man approached her and wouldn't take no for an answer. She had her bodyguard remove him and left.
The next morning she learned the man had been flagged by the tax authority. His company had irregularities. He'd been taken in for questioning and was likely facing a protracted legal fight, possibly prison if the charges were serious enough.
Ayla's instinct told her immediately. Draven.
Then she found him in the parking garage footage, a brief shape moving through the frame and gone. But it was him.

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