Nayla remained behind the door. Her breath hitched, barely a sound. Yet, however many eyes those two men possessed, they were unnervingly quick to sense another set of ears catching their conversation.
“Nayla?” Damian’s voice was low, but pointedly clear.
The pulse in Nayla’s temples quickened. There was no more time to deliberate. Hiding was no longer a viable option. Without a word, she gripped the handle, pulled the door wide, and stepped out.
“What do you mean by that?” Nayla asked flatly, her eyes piercing.
“Na—Nayla. It’s not what you think.”
Adrian stammered. His face turning ashen. It was a stark contrast to Damian, who merely quirked the corner of his lip and shoved both hands into his pockets, leaning casually against the wall.
“Then what is it?” Nayla countered, stepping c
