"Someone's watching me."
And just like that, the calm between storms shattered.
The words slipped from my lips before I could think to cage them, low and wary, like the hush before a scream. My skin prickled, the fine hairs on the back of my neck rising in silent alarm. I didn’t know if it was intuition or paranoia, but something in the air shifted—something unseen, yet unmistakably present.
Caelum froze beside me. His arm, which had just seconds ago been slung over the back of the worn leather sofa in a rare moment of ease, stiffened.
"Where?" His voice was no longer gentle. It was sharp, quiet, deadly.
I swallowed, my eyes darting toward the large bay window that looked out into the night. The rain had ceased minutes ago, but droplets still clung to the glass like tears. Beyond that
