Lilith's POV
The moment Rylan went upstairs, the living room felt cavernous, holding only Kieran and me.
The air was still thick with the phantom tension of two top-tier Alphas sizing each other up, a pressure that made it hard to breathe.
I risked a guilty glance at him.
He remained standing right where he was, not saying a word, just watching me with an unnervingly intense stare.
"So...I'll just go up to my room, too?" I whispered, my fingers nervously twisting the hem of the outrageously oversized t-shirt—Rylan's shirt, which still carried the crisp, salty scent of the sea.
It felt like a glaring beacon now.
Kieran gave the barest nod, his jawline taut.
Taking that as permission, I practically fled up the stairs, darting into my room and locking the bathroom door behind me.
