MADDIE'S POV.
Calhoun stood at the door like the night itself had taken a human shape.
The hallway light spilled behind him, catching the sharp angles of his face, the hard line of his jaw, the darkness in his eyes. Rage rolled off him in waves—thick, choking, undeniable. It just existed, heavy and dangerous, like a loaded gun resting on a table.
My heart slammed into my ribs.
I pulled away from Jeremy so fast it felt like my skin burned where his hands had been. My back hit the wall, my breath coming out wrong, shallow and broken.
“Calhoun—” My voice cracked immediately. “It—it’s not what you’re thinking.”
He didn’t answer.
He stepped inside and closed the door behind him with one slow, deliberate push. The sound of it clicking shut echoed too loud in the room, sealing us in with
