Suddenly, Harper clutched at my arm, her fingers digging painfully into my skin as she pointed to another door just a few feet away.
The bathroom had a second door connecting to the exterior balcony, and it was slowly, silently opening. Beyond it, nothing but darkness.
We were both proud rationalists who didn't believe in the supernatural.
But in that moment? A cold, primal fear swept through me like an icy wind.
My mind conjured irrational thoughts—was it possible we'd somehow summoned something by discussing murder and revenge so late at night?
As if responding to my thoughts, a face slowly emerged from the darkness.
A handsome male face suddenly appeared inches from our own.
We nearly went into cardiac arrest.
"Ladies, please don't run—it's just me," Tang whispered, clearly tryi
