Salome’s POV
"You should probably leave before he comes back," I said, my voice barely a whisper.
Barnabas’s jaw tightened, his teeth grinding together so hard I could hear the friction. He didn’t get a chance to snap back. The heavy click of the door handle cut through the tension.
I turned my head toward the sound. Jeremiah stood in the doorway. He didn't move, his arms folded across his chest like a barrier. His face was a mask of cold stone, unreadable and distant. He looked at Barnabas, then at me, then back at Barnabas. I felt a lump form in my throat.
How much of that had he heard?
Barnabas saw him and flinched. He stepped away from the bed, his bravado vanishing as he fumbled with a plastic bag on the small table. "I, uh... I brought you some food," he stammered, trying to sou
