Mirabella lay on her bed, restless, staring at the ceiling as her thoughts fought against each other. She had been debating with herself for what felt like hours. Should she just face him and talk about her job? Try to make him see reasons with her? Should she stay away?
Finally, with a sharp exhale, she swung her legs over the side of the bed. Her bare feet touched the cool floor. Her body moved before her mind could catch up. She stepped out of her room and into the hallway, the silence of the house pressing against her ears.
Hunter’s room was just beside hers.
Her heart raced the closer she came to his door. She paused in front of it, her breath caught in her throat. She pressed her ear against the wood, straining to hear a sound from inside. Anything. But there was nothing—no moveme
