"Did you allow a man to enter my room?" Cain's voice sliced through the silence like a blade. He didn't bother to look at Violet, his gaze remaining fixed on his arm as if she were too insignificant to deserve his attention. The indifference in his demeanor chilled her more than any glare could have.
"I won't repeat myself, Viole," he continued, his voice dropping an octave, colder and sharper. When his eyes finally snapped up to meet hers, the icy intensity in his stare made her breath hitch.
Violet's gaze stayed glued to the ground, her body trembling as if her knees might give way beneath her. She couldn't speak, couldn't even think. The weight of his question hung in the air, suffocating her.
But she barely had time to dwell on it before Cain leapt from the bed. His sudden movement sent a jolt of terror through her. His hand shot out like lightning, gripping the back of her neck and yanking her toward him before she could even flinch.
