Fiona’s POV
Miles’ words hung in the air in front of me like a sword poised at my throat, and the silence that followed was deafening.
For some reason that I can’t quite place, every eye in the room—aside from Derek, who doesn’t have one, of course—was on me, and I wondered if they were waiting for me to make the next move or if they were just watching to see if I would crumble.
I didn’t want to be faster than my shadows, so I stayed still, waiting for Derek to move first. But he said nothing, and I couldn’t communicate with him to know what he would want me to do at this juncture and I couldn’t even figure out either what he wanted because his facial expression, as usual, was unreadable behind those dark shades.
The only thing I could tell from him was his fury and fear about how the
