Emily’s POV
The steam from the shower still clung to my skin as I wrapped the soft bathrobe around me, securing the tie at my waist. My damp hair dripped slightly, and I pressed a towel to it, trying to soak up the excess water.
The quiet hum of my room was soothing, a welcome contrast to the whirlwind of emotions that had followed me home from the Frost Mansion.
I was reaching for my brush when a sharp, hurried knock echoed through my apartment.
I froze.
Who could that be at this hour?
Wrapping the towel more securely around my head, I padded barefoot to the door. My heart thudded against my ribcage, anticipation mixing with a twinge of nervousness.
When I opened the door, I wasn’t prepared for what—or rather, who—I saw.
“Ethan?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
There he st
