I could sense him behind me—waiting. Judging. His gaze weighed on my back, compelling me to be motionless, as though any abrupt movement would set free an action that I wasn't prepared for.
I still held the phone in my hand. The incriminating message glowed like a warning that I had been too blind to see until today.
It's finished.
James had killed Marcus.
And now he was behind me, close enough for me to feel the warmth of his body, to hear the slow, steady beat of his breathing.
I swallowed, and my fingers loosened around the device. I slowly turned, my face expressionless, my heartbeat steady even though it pounded against my ribs. James stood a few feet away, a towel slung low on his hips, his hair damp from the shower. His face was expressionless, his dark eyes locked on mine with
