Fiona’s POV

“Wait here till the air is clear, then you can go to your room,” he whispered gently, his voice trembling, but his eyes were alert with instinct and danger.

My heart pounded as I nodded. I didn’t argue. I trusted him.

He slipped past me, pulling the locked-room door shut behind him before anyone could see inside.

“Jordan,” he called. “What do you want?” He asked as their footsteps retreated steadily. I let out a faint sigh, I could still hear them speak faintly. I ...