Chapter 6
I opened the door.
Steam billowed out behind me, curling into the hallway like a living thing, and there he was. Exactly where Micah said he'd be. Knox sat against the wall, knees drawn up, forearms draped across them, his head tipped back, eyes closed. He looked like a statue carved from shadow and bad intentions. Like something that had been waiting for centuries and had learned to be patient.
The floorboard creaked under my bare foot.
His eyes opened.
They weren't brown in the dim light. They were amber. Liquid. Catching the glow from the bathroom like a predator's eyes caught moonlight. He didn't blink. He just looked at me, and the weight of that gaze was physical. It pressed against my chest, my throat, the hollow place behind my ribs.
"You're bleeding," he said.
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