“Shh, don’t make a sound.”
Hunter’s voice was low, his words sharp. He didn’t speak again, keeping his focus on the situation outside the small room.
Inside, the only sound was their rapid breathing.
Perhaps it was the rush of running earlier, but Carla could hear the thudding of her own heartbeat—though she wasn’t sure if it was hers or Hunter’s.
Her eyes lowered, her body still as a breath of silence fell over her.
Footsteps outside echoed loudly, chaotic and approaching.
They were close, so close. Carla’s pulse raced, but then, she heard it clearly—Hunter’s heartbeat.
She slowly lifted her head. Hunter had turned his body slightly, his gaze sharp as he peered through the small c***k in the door to watch the hallway outside.
His expression was intense, and strands of hair
