I turn away quickly so he doesn’t see my face. I know she’s okay. I’ve been stalking her house.
But his words have cast doubt in my mind. A thought has already lodged inside my chest like a splinter.What if something happened to her since the last time I snuck over to her house?
No, that’s ridiculous.
I was just there last night.
And it’s not like she’s accident-prone. She climbs my railing and balcony without getting hurt. In fact, she’s surprisingly graceful when she does it.
Ivy is the kind of woman who could fall down a staircase and land elegantly, then lecture it for causing her emotional damage.
Still, the image of her asleep on the couch in that big house, all alone, won’t leave.
What if she got sick?
Or worse, what if Silas got to her?
My jaw tightens.
Drew watches me, eyes narrowed. “Don’t.”
I blink. “Don’t what?”
“Don’t do whatever you’re thinking.”
I turn slowly. “I’m not thinking anything.”
Drew looks unimpressed. “Sebastian.”
I grab my keys.
Drew stands, alarmed. “Where are you going?”
I walk toward the hall. “Out.”
“Out where?”
“I have to—” I gesture vaguely, like that explains anything. “Check something.”
“You’re going to check onher.”
“I didn’t say that.”
Drew stares. “You didn’t say you weren’t.”
I stop at the doorway, turn, and give him a flat look. “I’m not stalking her.”
“First sign of being a stalker is denial.”
I glare at him. “I’m doing a welfare check.”
Drew’s eyes widen. “On your stalker.”
“She’s not a stalker,” I snap.
Drew points at the ceiling. “She watches you sleep.”
“Not lately.”
