[Violet]
I gulped, scurrying upstairs at his instructions. Or rather, his orders.
My heart was racing as I locked the bedroom door behind me, then the bathroom door—Though I doubted both doors would do much if someone really wanted in. I turned the tap on as instructed, then the shower.
I stood in the centre of the bathroom, arms crossed under my chest, trying to slow my breathing.
What the hell was that?
Fenrick was hiding something. That much was clear. And whoever—or whatever—was downstairs, he didn't want me to know about it.
Had he asked me to turn the tap on to stop me from overhearing their conversation—or to keep his guest from realizing I was here? The former felt more likely than the latter.
If it were to have been Lucien, I highly doubt that he would have behaved that wa
