By the time I reached home, the sky was already melting into indigo, streaked with faint crimson like blood brushed across velvet.

My heels clicked softly against the marble floor of the apartment as I unlocked the door and slipped inside.

The lights were on, which was strange because I always left them off.

“Where the hell have you been?”The voice came low, edged with restrained fury, from the living room.

I froze in the doorway. It was Shane, seated casually on the couch, one arm ...