Linsy stood frozen at the entrance to the room, her fingers tightening around the edge of the wooden doorframe. Her heart clenched at the sight of Michael Helwart standing there, his tall silhouette momentarily backlit by the hallway lights. He hadn’t expected to see her either—his stride faltered, and for a brief second, his usually composed face flickered with something unreadable. Then, those sharp hazel eyes narrowed slightly, his lips pressing into a firm line as he greeted ...