The knock came again, louder this time.
My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack them. “Jake,” I whispered urgently, “get up. Now.”
He didn’t ask questions. The look on my face told him everything. He jumped off the bed while I straightened the blanket with shaking hands. Pillows lay scattered. I fixed them fast, eyes darting around for anything out of place. Another knock echoed. “Bella!” Ryan’s voice cut through the house downstairs. My blood turned cold.
Jake grabbed my wrist. “Where?”
“The wardrobe.”
I pulled the doors open. He slipped inside without a sound. I met his eyes one last time. “Don’t move.” He gave a small nod. I shut the doors carefully, heart pounding in my ears.
The room still carried that heavy, unmistakable smell of s*x. I grabbed my per
