“Looking for someone, Emma?”
The voice was quiet, almost casual, but it struck me harder than any scream. I froze in the hallway, my hand still on the guest room doorframe, staring into the empty bed where Adrian should have been.
Daniel’s figure emerged from the shadows, the dim light catching the sharp planes of his face. His eyes weren’t soft anymore. They were narrowed, watchful, unblinking.
My throat closed. Words scattered in my mind, excuses, lies, explanations—none of them strong enough to bridge the yawning gap between us.
“I—” My voice broke. I swallowed, forcing steadiness. “I couldn’t sleep. I came to check—”
“To check what?” Daniel’s tone was calm, but the calm of someone holding something tightly leashed. A storm behind glass.
“The guest room,” I whispered, hating how w
