did.
Darius carefully, almost soundlessly, pushed the blanket aside.
The bed creaked slightly under his weight.
He froze, apparently checking if she had woken up.
Kiana breathed steadily, deeply, feigning sleep.
He got up, walked to the door, and quietly closed it behind him.
Footsteps in the hall.
The squeak of a floorboard.
The click of the bathroom lock.
Kiana opened her eyes.
The darkness was dense, but she could distinguish the outlines of the furniture, the window, the dresser, the walls.
Her heart was beating steadily, almost calmly, but
