Aubree’s POV
My heart was still racing when I slipped back toward the bed, trying to make it look like I’d been asleep the whole time.
But the second my fingers brushed the blanket, the bedroom door clicked open.
I froze.
Carter stood in the doorway first—shoulders tense, jaw tight, eyes scanning the room. Abel was right behind him, chest rising and falling too fast, like he’d run a mile.
They both looked… wrecked.
Not angry.
Not frustrated.
Worried.
Carter’s eyes snapped to me instantly.
“Aubree.” His voice was barely audible. “Why are you awake?”
My breath caught. “I… I was getting water.”
His eyes lowered to the empty nightstand.
No glass.
No water.
No escape.
Abel’s gaze sharpened. “Bree,” he said quietly. “How long were you standing there?”
My chest tightened.
I look
