But that wasn’t it.
His hand closed around my wrist under the table. His grip was firm, almost painful. His gaze never left me… but he wasn’t really looking at me. He was staring down the hallway that led to the back of the house.
I turned around discreetly. Nothing. Just the half-open door of the dark corridor that led down to the cellar.
I laughed nervously.
“You’re being dramatic,” I murmured.
He didn’t smile.
The leak
I got up, pretending to have an urgent call. Adam followed me. We crossed the living room under the distracted gaze of my cousins, absorbed by the photos and bursts of laughter.
As soon as we stepped through the front door, the fresh air hit my face.
In the car, Adam locked the doors with a sharp movement. The metallic click made me jump.
He was breathing fast. Too fast.
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