Jayda’s breath caught instantly.
Click.
The sound echoed softly from somewhere near the kitchen area.
Not outside.
Inside.
Every muscle in her body went rigid.
The room suddenly felt too dark.
Too quiet.
Her fingers slowly tightened around the room key card still in her hand.
Maybe the sound came from the refrigerator.
Maybe from the air conditioner.
Maybe—
Click.
Again.
Jayda’s heartbeat slammed painfully against her chest.
No.
Someone was inside.
“Damek…” she whispered instinctively.
Then immediately hated how automatic that felt.
Jayda slowly stepped backward toward the door.
Her trembling hand reached for the doorknob behind her.
But before she could open it—
A shadow moved near the kitchen counter.
Jayda gasped sharply.
“Who’s there?!”
Silence.
Then slow foot
