“Where did you go?” Nathan’s voice was low but filled with something dangerous. He stood in the center of the room, his sleeves rolled up, his hair slightly tousled, his jaw tight. The air between them felt heavy, alive with tension.
Leah froze at the door. Her pulse stumbled. “Nowhere,” she murmured.
But he could see through the lie. Nathan always could. His eyes were sharp, green and burning, tracing every flicker of guilt across her face.
He had already known the truth. He had made sure she was followed. Not because he didn’t trust her, or at least that was what he told himself, but because he wanted her safe. Yet the report he had received earlier that evening had shaken him to his core. Marcus. She had met Marcus.
The thought burned like acid in his chest.
Nathan took a slow step
