Instead, he stopped at the side of the bed, towering over her. "Wait for me," he said, his voice low and commanding, though there was an undertone of care buried beneath the steel. "I'll come back soon."
Before she could respond, he turned and strode out of the room, the door closing with a heavy click that left silence behind.
Bella let out a long breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Her shoulders slumped as she sank into the pillows, her heart thudding erratically.
Oh, thank God, she thought, pressing her palm to her chest. His eyes had been so intense just now—too sharp, too knowing. If he had asked her directly about what she was hiding, about what she could really do with computers, she wasn't sure how she would have answered without exposing everything.
The room suddenly felt larger without his presence, but also colder. She pulled the blanket up around herself, nibbling on her lip as a small, uneasy smile tugged at her mouth.
