Tonia's POV
The door burst open with such violence that under normal circumstances, I would have jumped. But my mind felt detached, floating somewhere beyond reach of surprise or fear.
I barely glanced up from the vanity mirror where I methodically drew the brush through my hair, each stroke mechanical and meaningless.
Bradley stood frozen in the doorway, his dark eyes scanning me from head to toe.
"What the hell?"
I had already changed into my silk nightgown, the fabric clinging to my still-trembling frame.
"When did you leave the party? And why didn't you tell me?" The door slammed shut behind him with the same force he had used to open it. "You lied about going to the restroom."
"I didn't lie. I simply couldn't make it back to the rooftop."
"Why not? Where were you, Tonia?"
His voice carried that dangerous edge I had learned to recognize over these months.
"Keep your voice down. Samantha is right next door."
