Salome’s POV
“Barnabas, if you don’t get up this second, I will have security drag you back to the basement,” Jeremiah said.
His voice was like ice. He didn’t even look angry, just bored, as he pulled his phone from his pocket. The calm in his posture made the threat feel a lot more real.
Barnabas’s head snapped up. His eyes were bloodshot and wide. “Don’t you dare touch me!” He turned his gaze toward me, his expression twisting into something like hurt. “Salome, are you really letting him call the shots for you now?”
I crossed my arms, ignoring the dull throb in my bandaged knee. “I am not letting anyone do anything, Barnabas. You broke into my home. You are not my concern anymore, and you certainly are not my responsibility.”
The heavy thud of boots echoed down the hallway. Right on
