The door clicked shut and the sound hit harder than any shout could have. Teddy's eyes found mine, cold, sharp, unreadable, the kind of look that stripped away every excuse before I could open my mouth. My breath caught, my heart stupidly tried to pretend it wasn't terrified. I waited for the explosion, the accusations, the smug I-told-you-so that men like him were built from. But instead he just stood there, one hand still on the door, one brow raised, like he'd caught me reading his diary and found it mildly amusing. "If you're going to spy," he said quietly, "at least take notes." My mouth opened, then shut. "What?" It came out too small.
He didn't repeat himself, didn't need to. Mabel's smirk sharpened from behind him, that feline satisfaction curling her lips like she'd just been
