Liora’s POV
I sat down there in the house and noticed that Rowan had walked into a second door in the room. I guessed it was the bathroom door because I heard some sounds that sounded like splashing water. I let out a a sigh, working under his scrutiny put me on some kind of pressure. He had glaring eyes that seem to notice every little thing I did.
I had timed it perfectly or so I thought. The sound of the shower still poured steadily from the ensuite, muted by the door but loud enough to cover my footsteps. Rowan, distracted by steam and water, would never notice me slipping out. I had my laptop tucked under my arm, my bag already slung over one shoulder. My pulse thudded in my ears as I padded across the polished floor toward the exit. It was going to be a smooth and clean escap
