Zane’s voice was not exactly aggressive, but the sound of it made me freeze.
He stood in the doorway, his expression completely blank. It seemed like he had washed up after training as his hair was damp.
But his eyes were sharp.
I tried to close the booklet, but my hands fumbled. It slipped from my grip and fell open on the floor between us.
“I…” My voice cracked. “I was just—”
“Just what?” He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. The sound of the lock clicking felt like a signal for me to bolt out of the room. “Looking through my things?”
“I needed to understand.” The words tumbled out of my throat before I could control it. “You touch them. You’ve touched all of them. That woman at the atelier, she talked about you like you were hers. Like she knew you in ways I never wi
