I slid off the bed slowly, my legs still heavy from sleep. My body protested with every step. I walked toward the door, each movement filled with unease. Whoever stood outside carried trouble with them. I could feel it.
I opened the door and my breath hitched.
Casper stood there like he always did, perfectly composed and put together. A dark suit hugged his frame. His hair was neatly styled.
His expression was unreadable and his eyes were cold.
My throat went dry.
“What are you doing here?” I asked
But he didn’t answer.
He simply stepped forward.
I barely had time to move aside before he walked past me, brushing my shoulder as though I were nothing more than an obstacle in his path. The familiar scent of his cologne trailed behind him.
“This is my house,” he said.
His voice was
