I hadn’t heard a sound all day the following morning.
The silence in the house was thick, creepy, and it made my skin crawl. Matteo hadn’t come back later that night and I hadn't spoken to Lucian since the first encounter, he had barely even spared a glance at me when I saw him this morning. But it was the third one, Rafe, I hadn’t seen at all.
Until now.
I was in the kitchen, trying to pretend I had a choice in anything as I rummaged through the shelfs, looking for what to eat, when I felt the weight of him behind me. No footsteps. No warning. Just heat and shadow. I could sense him without seeing him, his presence a force that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand.
I turned slowly, fear, or something I couldn't place, creeping into me. Rafe towered over me— broad, silent, unbl
