MERRIELYNN.
I stepped out of the bathroom, feeling the cool air hit my face as I looked around the room.
But then I froze, my heart leaping into my throat.
My heart raced, pounding in my chest like a drum as I laid eyes on Cormac, standing in the middle of my room with his hands casually tucked in his pockets.
Panic surged through me as I scanned the room for something—anything—to defend myself. My eyes landed on the blow dryer on my vanity. Without thinking, I snatched it up and aimed it at him like it was a weapon.
“What are you going to do?” he asked, his tone level. “Dry me to death?”
His nonchalance only fueled my anxiety, and I gripped the blow dryer tighter, trying to steady my shaky hands.
“It’s hardly a great weapon.”
“Better than nothing,” I shot back, my voice harder tha
