The house had gone quiet again, too quiet. The only sound was the ticking of the antique clock on the hallway wall, loud enough to remind me how slow time passed inside this place.
I thought he was finished with me for the night, thought maybe I’d finally get to breathe without being under his shadow. But when I slipped into the bathroom to splash cold water on my face, the door swung open, and there he was. Leaning against the frame, arms crossed, eyes dragging down my bare thighs like I belonged to him.
“You think house arrest means you get to play innocent?” he asked, his voice low and edged with mockery. “You’ve been testing me all day.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but before the words could form, he was inside the small bathroom with me, closing the door with a sharp click. The sou
