Poppy’s POV

The bedroom door clicks shut behind me, and I let out a long breath. Then I turn on myself.

“You almost got me caught.”

The words come out in a harsh whisper, aimed at the empty space in front of me as if the voice might be standing there, lounging against the wardrobe, looking smug.

For a second, there’s only silence.

“You were already on edge.”

I press a hand over my eyes.

“That’s not the point.”

The voice doesn’t answer immediately, which makes it worse. The ...