Alex’s hand found mine in the darkness, his grip tight and sure. “Don’t move,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. The sound of footsteps grew closer, echoing through the penthouse’s marble halls.
My heart pounded so hard I was sure James could hear it. The kitchen’s moonlit windows made us perfect targets, but the shadows beneath the counter might hide us—if we could reach them without being seen.
Alex seemed to read my mind. His hand tugged mine gently, guiding me into a crouch. We moved silently, inch by inch, toward the relative safety of the kitchen island. Glass crunched under my bare feet from the water glass I’d dropped earlier.
A soft hiss escaped me.
The footsteps stopped.
“I know you’re here, brother dear.”
James’s voice carried that same twisted amus
