Chapter Nine

Darcie

“Hey.” Havoc’s voice was barely a whisper when he closed the bedroom door softly a few hours later. He wouldn’t have woken me if I was asleep. But sleep had eluded me, leaving me lying on my back staring at the ceiling in the darkness.

There wasn’t even a book in the room for me to rifle through, and surfing the Internet on my phone was out. Which left me aimless, staring and counting the minutes in my head.

“You’re still awake?”

There was something scary about his whispered voice.

This was his house. Why was he whispering anyway?

Unless his unwanted guest was still here and he didn’t want to be overheard. The thought made me sit upright.

“Yeah, I couldn’t sleep; I was worried about you.”

The bed dipped as he sat on the very edge with a loud sigh. “You were worried about me?” Even in the darkness, I could see the glint in his eyes. The weight of them was almost unbearable as he studied me.

“Of course I was; you didn’t seem too happy to see your friend.” I kept my voice low, j