My hand tapped continuously on the wooden door, making a loud knock echo through the quiet forest.
I stepped back and waited.
Nothing.
I frowned and knocked again, harder this time.
“Edith?”
But only answer was the sound of the wind moving through the trees.
My stomach tightened.
For a moment, I wondered if I had made a mistake coming here.
Maybe she didn’t want to see me again, or she had realized helping a stranger like me was too dangerous.
I raised my hand to knock one more time, but the door suddenly opened.
And I froze.
It wasn’t Edith.
Instead, a guy stood there, a very muscular man.
He was so tall that I had to tilt my head back just to look at his face. His shoulders were wide, looking so powerful that it was hard to see what was being him, his chest bare, exposed p
