“You found my journal.”
My heart jumped at his brittle voice. I turned toward the door, but couldn’t find any words. I could barely find my breath.
He smiled and moved toward me behind the desk. He looked damp, perhaps with water but more likely with perspiration. His skin was pallid and I could see each rib, clearly defined. He was all gristle and bone.
“I thought you might be sleeping.” I tried to conceal my fear and stay calm. I’d let Edward set the tone for this encounter and try to adapt. No sense stirring him up if he was feeling sedate even though I resented that he found me before I noticed him.
“You asked for quiet, did you not?” He knelt beside the leather chair and folded his arms on the desk. He put his head down and c****d it to the side like a little boy. “Looks like you
