Olivia's POV
I turned to Lennox, whose watchful and intense eyes had been on me the entire time.
"I would like to speak to my husband, Alpha Gabriel," I said softly but firmly. "Privately."
His jaw tensed slightly, and I saw hesitation flicker in his eyes. His fingers drummed against the table, then finally he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
He held it out to me, the screen lit up with Gabriel's contact. "Here," he said, voice neutral. "You can call him when you get back to your room."
I stared at the device in his hand. A warning echoed in my mind. What if the phone's recording? What if it's tracked or tapped?
I offered a small smile, masking the suspicion growing in my chest. "Thank you," I murmured, gently taking the phone.
I didn't dial.
Instead, I stared at the number, repeating it in my mind. Again and again. Committing it to memory.
+64-9-3… My eyes skimmed each digit like a mantra. I would not forget.
