The knock came earlier than usual.
I was still sitting by the window, reading one of the books Elena had given me, when the door opened. The sun had only just set. Normally Kylian came deep into the night, when the mansion was completely quiet. Tonight, he arrived while the sky was still painted with the last traces of orange.
My heart jumped as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He looked different tonight — more intense, more restless. His eyes found mine immediately and held them. He didn’t speak. He never did. But something in his gaze made my stomach tighten with both fear and anticipation.
He walked toward me slowly, like a predator who had all the time in the world. When he reached me, he took the book from my hands and placed it on the table. Then he pulled me up
