~~PEYTON~~
Quinn holds my gaze for one more second, then turns to walk away.
But my instincts take over. I move before my conscious mind registers the thought, grabbing the first solid thing I touch on the bathroom counter. I swing it with all the strength left in my body.
It connects to the back of her head.
Quinn doesn't scream. She doesn’t even stumble immediately. She freezes, suspended.
I push her out of the way and run out of the bathroom, grabbing my bathrobe and whipping it on.
My mind is screaming to go find someone sane.
I burst out of the master suite. The hallway is silent, and I don’t slow down, running past the guest room, heading for the main lounge where I might find somebody.
And weirdly, there are no footsteps behind me.
Did she collapse?
Whatever I grabbed wasn
