Chapter 41
Derek’s POV
The door closed behind Lena with a solid, final sound that seemed to echo longer than it should have in the quiet apartment.
Marcus kept his hand on the knob for several seconds after she left, as if he needed the physical contact to stay grounded.
I remained on the couch, the cushions still holding the shape of where I had been sitting when she first walked in.
My phone was still in his other hand. The screen was dark now, but the words of that text were burned into the space behind my eyes.
Come to my room when she’s gone. Need you.
I could still see the exact way Lena’s face had changed when she read it.
The shift from suspicion to something colder and more certain.
The way her eyes had moved from the phone to me and then to Marcus, putting pieces to
