Lila's POV
We hurried. We pulled on our clothes in a clumsy silence. It was the kind of silence that came from doing something we couldn't take back and now had to hide. The knock still hung in the air.
"Your shirt," I whispered. I tossed it at him from the floor. He caught it against his chest without looking. He already reached for my dress where it had landed half under the bed.
"Ryker," Victor's voice came again. It was closer to the wood now. "Are you in there?"
Ryker pressed a finger to his lips. His eyes locked on mine. For a second, despite the fear crawling up my spine, I laughed. There was something absurd about it. The two of us scrambling for our clothes at a knock on the door like frightened teenagers.
I yanked my dress over my head. He shoved his arms through his sleev
