Zara’s POV
My heart kicked hard against my ribs. I had pulled the door back to exactly where I found it. I had been quiet. There was no possible way for him to know that I had been in his room unless—
"How—" I started.
He took a step closer.
I found myself stepping back.
The corner of his mouth lifted — just slightly, just enough to be a smirk — when he saw me do it. Like he had noticed something and filed it the way he filed everything.
He stopped a few feet in front of me.
"How did you know I went into your bedroom," I said. My voice came out less steady than I wanted it to.
"I have a camera in my bedroom," he said.
I was shocked.
He had seen me. He had seen me touch his sheets. He had seen me snooping. He had watched me open that drawer, touch his things. My face burn
