Riley’s POV
“Leave.” My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I didn’t care. “Leave now, Marcus.”
His jaw tightened. “We’re not done talking.”
“Yes, we are.” I crossed my arms, trying to put distance between us even though we were standing in the same room. “You need to go before someone sees you here.”
“Someone already heard us,” he pointed out, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Didn’t you hear those footsteps?”
My stomach twisted. “Then you need to leave before they come back.”
“Fine.” He moved toward the door, then stopped and turned back to face me. “But this isn’t over, Erica. Not by a long shot.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means you need to stop playing games with me.” His eyes were hard, cold in a way I’d never seen before. “Stop leaving me in the da
