Iris's POV 

My heartbeat was so loud it was the only thing I could hear. Rafael’s hand shot out and caught my wrist, yanking me back from the clothes pile. 

“Stay here," he whispered. "I'll handle her, don’t let her see you.”

I froze, towel clutched tight around my chest, every mark on my body suddenly feeling like a neon sign. He grabbed a clean towel from the chair, wrapped it low around his hips, and moved to the door. He opened it just enough to fill the gap with his body, one hand braced on the frame so Chloe couldn’t push it wider.

“I just got out of the...