Nathan Lockwood walked down the corridor toward his room. As he approached the main hall, he caught a glimpse of three silent figures.
His arrival was enough to make them look up.
It was impossible to ignore Nathan Lockwood's conspicuous presence.
Nathan Lockwood offered no explanation. He simply walked straight back to his own room, leaving them to their own imaginations.
'He could tell what they were thinking, of course. They were waiting for him to emerge so they could confirm how long he'd stayed in her room. If they want to wait, then let them wait.'
In the bathroom, a stream of hot water cascaded over his head. The man's pale skin, soaked by the heat, flushed a light shade of red.
The red mole in the webbing of his thumb stood out starkly as the water rushed over it.
He closed his eyes, his thoughts drifting to Zoe Pierce's expression.
His lean, fair muscles tensed as he pressed a palm against the specially made metal wall.
