Soraya's POV
The sound of the lock turning jolted me awake. My heart lurched into my throat as I sat upright, eyes darting to the door.
It swung open slowly.
Ethan stepped inside.
My breath caught. He'd left earlier—left me standing there after I'd told him everything about the mark on my back, without a single word. I'd assumed he wouldn't come back.
But here he was. Again.
I pushed myself to my feet, my pulse pounding in my ears.
"You came back," I said quietly.
He didn't answer. Just stood there, staring at me with a look I couldn't read. It wasn't anger exactly, but it wasn't calm either. Something about it chilled me more than if he'd been furious.
"What's wrong, Ethan?" I asked, taking a step back.
He started toward me.
Fear crawled up my spine. For a heartbeat, a dark thought slipped into my mind—has he finally come to do what he's always threatened? To use me as the sacrifice he once said he needed?
But then he stopped, his voice low and rough.
