I stood outside my bedroom door, every muscle in my body tense with anxiety. Leaving Antalya alone with Lacie had been one of the hardest things I'd ever done, but she had asked me to trust her, and I was trying to respect her wishes. Still, every instinct I had was screaming at me to go back inside and protect her from whatever poison Lacie was undoubtedly spewing.
I could hear the murmur of their voices through the thick wooden door, but they seemed to be speaking in whispers, making it impossible for me to make out what they were saying. My enhanced hearing could pick up the general tone – tense, confrontational – but not the specific words.
Part of me wanted to use my supernatural senses to listen in more carefully, but Antalya had specifically asked me to stay outside. She was tryin
