No suspicious look.
No amused smile.
Nothing.
He had simply looked at me and nodded.
I frowned in confusion.
"You... believe me?"
Killian didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he turned his attention toward Ryder.
"Search the room."
Ryder blinked.
"The room?"
"Every part of it."
Without another word, Ryder got to work.
He pulled the curtains aside first.
Nothing.
Then he checked beneath my bed.
Still nothing.
He opened the wardrobe doors.
Only my clothes stared back at him.
Next, he crossed to the windows.
He checked the lock.
Still secured.
He pushed one open and leaned outside, looking both left and right before pulling it shut again.
Finally, he straightened.
"Nobody."
His eyes swept across the room one last time.
"No broken windows."
"No hidden doors."
"No sig
