The sound of her mother’s voice was like a bucket of ice water over their scorched skin. Bella’s heart stopped, then began to hammer against her ribs so hard it was painful. She looked up at Collins, her eyes wide with a frantic, animal terror.
He didn't move. For a terrifying second, he stayed buried deep inside her, his golden eyes locked onto the locked bedroom door as if he could see right through the wood. His jaw was set, a muscle leaping in his cheek. He looked less like a man caught in a lie and more like a predator deciding whether to strike.
"Bella? Are you asleep, darling?" Samantha’s hand rattled the doorknob. Click-clack. "The door is locked. Is everything okay? Collins said he forgot his phone, but his car is still in the driveway..."
Bella’s voice died in her throat. She
