Chase's POV:
I slipped through the window with practiced ease, landing soundlessly on the plush carpet. My vampiric reflexes ensured that not a single piece of furniture or decoration shifted as I moved. Closing the window behind me, I straightened, brushing off the faint adrenaline that always followed sneaking around. The last thing I wanted was for Leila to realize I'd gone out after her.
As luck—or fate—would have it, the door to the suite opened just as I turned to step into the room. Leila walked in, her posture weary but firm, like someone carrying the weight of a decision she wasn't entirely comfortable with. She paused when she spotted me, and for a brief second, her eyes narrowed slightly, almost as if she suspected something. I forced a calm expression, silently hoping my clothes and demeanor didn't give away that I'd been outside.
"Chase," she said, her tone softer than I expected. "Can we talk?"
