I pulled back slightly.
“I’m just… tired,” I whispered staring at the closet
He stopped immediately. His gaze followed mine, drifting toward the closet.
“What’s really going on, Rose?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I said too fast.
His eyes swept the room, sharp and alert, like he was measuring every corner. My pulse hammered.
Without another word, he walked into the bathroom, checking behind the door, the shower, every shadow.
“Whoever it is,” he said calmly, “I won’t hesitate to kill them.”
“What are you talking about?” I snapped. “There’s no one here.”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he dropped to one knee and checked under the bed.
“Rafael, there’s no one...”
He stood slowly and turned toward the closet.
My heart nearly stopped.
“If someone’s in there,” he said, his voice flat, “they’r
