There was a knock at the door.
Soft. Deliberate.
My heart stuttered.
For a moment, I didn’t move.
The room was dark, washed in the faint silver light of the moon spilling through my window. The air was still. Too still. The knock came again, slightly louder this time. Still unhurried. Still... expectant.
I slid from the bed, the cold floor biting into my bare feet. I didn’t ask who it was. My lips parted, but no name came. I didn’t know why I was suddenly breathless, like the air in the room had shifted into something thicker, hotter. Like the knock had already pulled something loose in me.
I reached for the doorknob with trembling fingers.
The moment it opened, I gasped.
He was there.
Kieran.
Tall, tense, silver-eyed.
His breath was ragged like he’d run through a sto
