I quickly put on a knitted cap on my head to hide the faint outlines as I unlocked the door to the room, still dressed in pink pyjamas and a black top.
There, in front of me stood Noah, with eyes as wide as saucers as he rapidly shook my shoulders.
"Pixie—The holl–hollows...
THEY'RE BACK!!"
***
I froze. Noah's words hit me like a blade. His voice wasn't angry, not yet, but the way his face morphed made me feel a pain in my chest.
I felt something shift inside him, as if he had noticed who I am, and for a moment I couldn't help but widen my eyes.
And in that moment, I panicked.
My feet betrayed me, sliding a shaky step backward. It wasn't on purpose.
My body just moved on its own, like a scared child caught red-handed. I didn't even realize how obvious it looked until I saw his brows pull together, his eyes looking surprised at my ability to escape his strong hold.
Noah's stare locked onto my retreating step, and for the first time since I met him, he looked…weird.
