Cain’s POV

“Roxy, open the door.”

I knocked again, harder this time. Still nothing.

Six messages, three missed calls, and not a single reply from her. I’d been standing outside her bedroom for nearly ten minutes, and she hadn’t even bothered to tell me to go away.

Roxy could ignore me when she was angry, but she usually made sure I knew exactly why. She would argue, insult me, or remind me of every reason she couldn’t stand me.

Sometimes, I even preferred those arguments to this at least then, she was still talking to me.

This silence was different.

“Roxy, I know you’re in there.”

I pressed my ear...