“Shhh” Roman hushed. His hands still pressed against Tessa’s mouth. “Don’t move.”
Grayson reached for the closet door, his shadow falling over it.
“Tessa,” he said low this time, almost a growl. “I know you’re in here.”
His hand gripped the closet handle, a grin spreading across his face.
And then — he yanked the door open with brutal force.
His grin vanished in an instant.
The closet was empty—no Tessa.
Just a coat, draped neatly on a hook. Her coat. His breath caught as his eyes landed on the faint glow of a phone screen peeking from its pocket. The tracker’s ping.
A shaky laugh slipped from his throat. “Clever girl…”
He reached inside the closet, fingers brushing the fabric. Slowly, carefully, he lifted the coat and pressed it to his face. His chest rose and fell in jagged b
