Becky’s heart raced as she turned slowly, her eyes widening in terror. Standing in the doorway was none other than Zev, his imposing frame filling the entrance, casting an eerie shadow across the room. His piercing green eyes narrowed as they locked onto Becky, frozen mid-motion, the suspension letter still in her hand.
For a moment, neither spoke, and the silence between them thickened with tension. Becky felt a surge of panic rising in her chest. Her thoughts scrambled, desperately searching for an explanation that might get her out of this. She couldn’t afford to be caught—especially not by Zev.
“What are you doing in my room?” Zev’s voice was low, almost a growl. He took a step forward, his eyes flicking from her face to the letter she was trying so desperately to hide behind her bac
