Vera’s POV
I had been hiding in the bathroom for what felt like five whole minutes, waiting, listening.
He hadn’t said a word. No sound. No movement. No knocking.
Maybe he had left.
He couldn't still be in here, right? I thought, taking a cautious step outside.
A soft sigh escaped my lips when I noticed the room was completely dark.
Good. Definitely empty.
Without wasting time, I hurried toward the spot where I had dropped my clothes earlier. I bent slightly to grab them, ready to get dressed and leave this weird, heavy atmosphere behind.
But just as my fingers touched the fabric, a deep voice sliced through the silence, freezing me on the spot.
“What’s the rush, little storm?”
I stiffened, my heart thundering painfully in my chest.
He’s still here?
How could I have been so car
