Chapter 163

ARIANA'S POV

I gripped the back of the chair, my knuckles white with fear. The figure that stood before me was unmistakable. The Baron, short and unassuming, cast a long shadow across the room as he stepped into the office, his presence filling the space with an oppressive weight. Alone.

He sighed, the sound heavy with frustration, and walked in, closing the door behind him.

“What are you doing here?” I demanded, my voice trembling. “How did you get into the building?”

The Baron ignored my questions, his gaze piercing through me. “You made a mistake going to the jailhouse,”