Violet stayed silent even after stepping into the room, lingering close to the door like a shadow. Her wary eyes tracked Cain as he moved toward the topmost drawer in the shelf near his work table, his movements deliberate and precise.
She didn't need him to beckon her; she was already watching. But when he turned, holding two familiar blue vials in his hand, his gesture inviting her closer, her heart stuttered.
He wasn't going to hurt her—at least, not now. And yet, the racing in her chest wouldn't stop, her pulse pounding so loudly she thought he might hear it. She took cautious steps forward, her legs heavy with apprehension as his gaze locked onto her, more intense than it had ever been. That gaze alone made her want to shrink back to the safety of the door.
