Melanie stepped outside, her face pale, and stopped short when her eyes landed on the two faces waiting there. Before she could even open her mouth to ask them to move, Cadence grabbed her hand without a word and pulled her sharply toward his bedroom.
A quick glance at Marianne's face told Melanie that the woman had definitely been up to something. There was a certain look there—a gleam of satisfaction mixed with something darker. But that was all Melanie got to see before she was yanked inside, the door slamming shut behind her.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Melanie turned to him, confusion written across her face.
"Cadence? What is wrong with you?" she asked, her voice uneven.
But instead of answering, he shook off her hand and shot back his own question, sharp and accusing.
"I thought we agreed you'd act like you were going to be sick. Did you actually feel nauseous?"
