Mikayla POV
The floorboard beside the wardrobe creaks, making all the hairs on my body stand on end and my heart thunder against my chest. I slowly sit up as fear crawls up my spine. The shadows seem darker than an all-encompassing abyss. Any light that once filled my room has been destroyed by the darkness that seems to be creeping toward me. The sound of shuffling against the carpet makes my voice catch in my throat. Relief floods me, warm and sudden, when Rafe steps out of the shadows, his soft smile filling my chest with warmth. I feel my shoulders unclench, the tight knot in my stomach loosening just a little.
“Rafe, what are you doing? Tripp is just across the hall.”
“I had to see you.”
He steps toward the bed, but his face drops—pain twisting his beautiful features. My eyes foll
