Amelia let out a startled cry.
The next second, her mouth was covered again.
Then, a voice she couldn't mistake for anyone else's reached her ears.
"What are you yelling for?"
In an instant, her legs felt weak, and her hands trembled slightly.
She pressed a hand to her chest, still shaken, and turned her sharp gaze to Simon.
"Simon, are you crazy? What are you doing out here in the middle of the night instead of going into the room?"
Simon let out a cold laugh, his hand tightening briefly on her waist.
"You think I didn't want to come in? How, exactly? Should I break the door?"
Amelia froze, suddenly remembering—she hadn't given Simon the key.
"Sorry, I forgot."
Simon gave her a glance, then pulled her into the room.
As the lights turned on, his eyes l
