THE THREAT
~MAYA~
'Close the door, Gideon,' Silas had said. His voice was so low it was almost a growl. 'We need to have a conversation about boundaries.'
The sound of the cellar door closing felt like a big decision.
I stood in the kitchen, holding the wine bottle to my chest like a protection. My hands were shaking so hard I thought the glass might actually shatter.
I knew whatever was happening down there... it wasn't a "conversation."
Minutes felt like hours. I waited until my heart stopped trying to beat its way out of my ribs, then I finally set the wine on the counter with shaking fingers.
Then, the door opened.
Gideon came out first. He was pale—like, ghost-white—and his jaw was hooked shut so tight it looked painful.
He didn't even look at me.
He just brushed past, he
