“Shhh” Roman hushed. His hands still pressed against Tessa’s mouth. “Don’t move.”

Grayson reached for the closet door, his shadow falling over it.

“Tessa,” he said low this time, almost a growl. “I know you’re in here.”

His hand gripped the closet handle, a grin spreading across his face.

And then — he yanked the door open with brutal force.

His grin vanished in an instant.

The closet was empty—no Tessa.

Just a coat, draped neatly on a hook. Her coat. His breath caught as his eyes landed on the faint glow of a phone screen peeking from its pocket. The tracker’s ping.

A shaky laugh slipped from his throat....