I barely breathed, squished up against the cold door of Adrian’s guest room. The wood bit my cheek, but honestly, I didn’t even care. The only thing that mattered was the voices leaking through from the living room—two cops, their words thick with that unmistakable cop suspicion.
“…you were seen entering Miss Moreno’s dorm the night of the attack,” one of them said. Cool as ice, but you could hear the accusation.
Adrian’s voice came back, calm but solid. “She called me. I came because she was in danger.” It was the only logical response, yet he sounded like he was reading from a script.
My hand flew up to my mouth. My heart was hammering so hard I thought the whole damn house would hear it. How did they know? I’d called Adrian because I was terrified and alone, not because I wanted half
