Jane's POV
“Jane,” he called out again as his footsteps stopped in front of the door.
My heart pounded as the door creaked open. I stood in the middle of his room, frozen and terrified. The silence before his arrival had felt like a storm gathering, and about to explode.
And here he was ready to make the ticking bomb explode. I looked at the man in front of me. The man I couldn’t predict, the one who terrified me and intrigued me all at once.
“What, are you deaf?” His voice cut through the air like a blade.
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t bring myself to talk. My throat was dry, and my lips were pressed tightly together.
“Or maybe mute now?” he asked again, his tone sharper.
Still, I said nothing. I didn’t trust my voice. I didn’t trust myself around him. I didn't even trust him aroun
