“What’s happening?” she breathed.

Julian turned, eyes shadowed with something unreadable.

“I don’t know.” He stepped closer, enfolding her hand in his, grip solid and steadying.

“Stay with me. Whatever comes.” Sophia nodded mutely.

Julian eased back a step, his expression hardening as he tuned into the unnatural silence enveloping the house.

Sophia's heart raced, the echoes of their passionate encounter still pulsing through her. The sound of footsteps from upstairs sent a chill down her spine, freezing her in place. Had they been caught? Would her father barge in any second?

"Stay here," Julian whispered, his voice firm and urgent as he glanced over his shoulder. He looked dangerous,...