Carla froze, her brain shutting down for a second.
She did a double take at herself to ensure she was the one he had spoken to just now but judging from the awkward silence that came immediately after down there, she knew she was definitely the one.
Shit.
She straightened.
El-Romano's words weren't loud and they didn't need to be. The house was as silent as a graveyard, making every word easier to resound.
A chill crept down her spine as she realized he had known she was here the entire time.
As though he could feel her presence even without looking.
Who was this man?
She cleared her throat noisily as she gripped the light linen she was wearing and glided calmly down the stairs, despite her raging mind.
Since the day she had been caught in that study room, it felt harder to stand in this man's presence anymore.
