Hallick’s POV
As I leave the bathroom, my dirty clothes balled up in my hand, using the towel I dried off with to scrub at my hair to get rid of as much of the damp as possible, I hear a soft noise. I halt my steps, standing completely still, listening intently in the silence until I start to think I imagined the noise.
‘Mother f.ucking PTSD’ I growl bitterly as I take another few steps toward my bedroom.
I hear a noise again, this time louder, was that a . . . moan?
It seems to be coming from Seona’s room, and I move closer as she moans again.
My hand moves to the door handle as I prepare to barge in and take on whatever is possibly threatening the woman on the other side.
‘Oh God . . ‘ Seona calls out and I stiffen, suddenly aware of exactly what I am listening too. I feel the heat
