“WHATEVER THAT call was, it followed you back inside.”
Lily said the words quietly, but they landed hard.
Jeremiah paused in the middle of the common room, one hand still resting on the back of the leather chair he had just returned to. Christmas season should have felt peaceful. Cozy. Safe.
Instead, the air felt tight.
Ronan looked up from the couch. “She’s right,” he said. “You walked back in here like you were carrying a storm on your shoulders.”
Jeremiah exhaled through his nose. “It was nothing.”
Lily folded her arms. “That tone means it was not nothing.”
For a second he just looked at her. Really looked. The kind of look that made her stomach twist and her pulse stumble. He had taken off his jacket earlier, leaving him in a dark gray henley with the sleeves pushed up, the ink
