The two of them remained completely silent.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Outside the door, the footsteps continued to approach… then stopped.
Right in front of their room.
Knock.
Knock.
A soft knock suddenly sounded against the door.
Jake and Grace remained completely silent.
Neither of them moved.
And neither of them answered.
But then, a few seconds later, a familiar female voice drifted in from the other side of the door.
"Is anyone in there? Open the door."
It was Barbara's voice.
At that familiar voice, Grace's tensed shoulders loosened slightly.
A quiet sigh of relief almost left her lips as she began to lower her gun—
But then she noticed Jake.
He hadn't relaxed at all.
His naked body remained locked in a battle stance, muscles tight, sword already partially drawn from its sheath.
The cold killing intent in his eyes hadn't faded in the slightest, as if he was ready to unleash a powerful attack the moment the door opened.
