The Prey

A long silence stretched between us, thick with something unspoken, something fragile.

I was almost convinced he’d pull away. But then…

His hands came up to cover mine, pressing them harder against his skin, as if he needed to feel that I was real. That we were real.

For a fleeting moment, I felt safe, only to have that security dissolve with his next words.

“The files you found in my office…” His voice was calm, too calm, like the deadly quiet before a storm. “They were all about him. Brian Rosewood.”

I stilled in his embrace, my breath caught in my throat. My father. My world tilted...