I parked in the driveway, gravel crunching under the tires. The house looked quiet, no signs of anyone home. I killed the engine, stepped out, and hit the locks with a beep.
My phone buzzed again as I climbed the porch steps. Still Adrian. I tucked it in my pocket without answering and pushed through the front door.
The living room was dark, the curtains drawn. I didn't bother turning on lights as I headed for the stairs, heels clacking on hardwood. I was almost to the landing when I heard it - the floorboard creak behind me, followed by heavy footsteps.
"Where the hell have you been?" A familiar voice growled. Adrian.
I froze, one hand on the banister, pulse kicking up. He was behind me, close enough to feel his breath on my neck. I didn't turn around.
"I said, where have you been?"
