POV: Chloe
The knock at the door hit like a thunderclap.
"Chloe? Baby, are you still awake?" he ask. His voice sounded warm, worried, completely unaware of the world ending on the other side of this door.
Tristan stood exactly where he was, expression unreadable, amber eyes steady in the low lamplight as if he had all the time in the world. As if his younger brother wasn't three steps away from discovering everything.
"Please." I grabbed his arm, fingers finding solid muscle beneath his sleeve.
"Get in the wardrobe, Tris, Please," I begged him. Something moved behind his eyes. Not fear. A cold calculation, as if he were weighing the cost of letting Ethan knock the door down against the particular cruelty of watching what came next from a few feet away.
"Chloe?" Another knock. Louder
