Bianca’s POV

Nathan stood in front of my door, his hands stuffed in his pockets and with that all too familiar smirk tugging his lips.

His eyes moved around the room like a hawk circling its prey, slowly and methodically, as he inspected everything.

He didn’t speak at first. He just walked into my room, taking slow steps around, his steps soft on the marble floor. His gaze moved from the shelf of books to my make up table then to the bed, and finally it stopped on me.

A cold ...