The silence of the apartment was a weight, heavy with the shadows of a past that refused to let me breathe.
I lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling and waiting for Rose, my mind replaying the disaster at the boutique.
I knew Zayne would hear about the uproar, I just didn't know how he would react. Before I could think of an excuse, a sharp, rhythmic knock shattered the quiet.
My chest tightened, if it was Antler back for another round of vitriol, I would snap.
Groaning, I pulled the door open, the retort dying in my throat, only to go completely still at the overpowering presence.
Zayne.
He was stripped of the formal charcoal suit, wearing a black buttoned shirt with the top two buttons undone, his sleeves rolled perfectly to the elbows.
A silver pendant hung against his ches
