“Do not test me any more than you already have tonight.”
His gaze drops to the broken glass, then comes back to me. After a beat, he nods.
“Morning, then.” The way he says it sounds like he’s conceding the point without accepting the loss.
Lev moves to the door and pauses with his hand on the knob. He looks over his shoulder at me, at the towel twisted in my fists, and at the woman who let him in and now wants him gone.
“Lock the door behind me.”
A tired, furious laugh slips out before I can stop it. “There’s not a soul in this city more dangerous to me than you are, Lev. Get out.”
He opens the door and walks out without looking back, and the silence he leaves behind is worse than the shouting.
I lock the door the second it shuts, then stand with my forehead against the wood, breathing hard and trying to figure out which part of this night I’m supposed to survive first.
