The floorboard in the hall creaked. Not the usual house settling groan. This was a slow, deliberate pressure right outside her bedroom door.
Teagan froze, her book falling shut in her lap. The air turned to ice in her lungs.
The doorknob twisted. Silently.
It swung open, and he was just a silhouette, tall and filling the frame. Caleb. She knew it, felt it in the primal fear locking her joints. He stepped into the sliver of streetlight bleeding through her blinds.
“Hello, Teagan,” He said, his voice a low rasp that vibrated in her bones.
She screamed. It tore from her throat, raw and piercing.
He was on her in a flash, a hand clamping over her mouth, smothering the sound. She fought, thrashing, nails clawing at his forearm. He wrestled her down onto the mattress, his weight immense, p
