MERRIELYNN.
Cormac closed the distance between us, letting the door shut with a soft click that sounded too final.
I felt the air tighten, almost like he was sucking all the oxygen out of the room.
His gaze held me in place, and my heart pounded louder, echoing in my ears. He took a step closer, and in that quiet, tense way of his, he asked, “Why are you here?”
For a moment, I couldn’t answer. My thoughts tumbled over each other, reminding me that this wasn’t Cormac’s house. Emorie had told me on the way here that the party was Valtor’s doing, not Cormac’s.
But now, with him standing here, his question sounded like an accusation, and I felt a flash of something – defiance, maybe? – rise up inside me.
So, I lifted my chin and managed to sound braver than I felt. “Shouldn’t I be asking
