Melissa.
I hadn’t gone far from Cain’s room when a voice cut through the quiet hallway, sharp and unmistakable.
“Melissa.”
The sound of my name made my steps falter. My shoulders stiffened instinctively, my fingers curling into my palms as though bracing for another blow. Slowly, reluctantly, I turned my head in the direction of the voice.
And there he was.
Cypril.
Of course it had to be him.
He stood a few steps away, his back resting lazily against the wall, one foot propped up as if the corridor belonged to him. As if I belonged to him. His posture was relaxed, infuriatingly so, like a predator who already knew his prey was too exhausted to run.
I swallowed hard and cursed my fate silently.
Why couldn’t they just leave me alone?
His gaze swept over me unhurriedly, taking in ev
