I woke to the sound of rain against the windows and the low, unmistakable feeling that I wasn’t alone.

The room was dark except for the faint silver glow of moonlight filtering through the clouds. My door was still locked. The bathroom door was still locked. None of that mattered.

Kieran sat in the armchair near the window, one ankle resting on the opposite knee, watching me like he had been there for hours.

I sat up slowly, the sheet clutched to my chest. “How did you get in?”

“Does it matter?” His voice was quiet, almost gentle. The silver in his eyes caught what little light there was. “You...