Inside the closest bedroom, a cold shiver ran down Karl's spine.
He had nearly slammed the door open earlier when he heard Kaija asking Antony to produce his song, but somehow he'd managed to stop himself at the last second.
Now the bastard could practically sense his presence through walls?
'Just walk out and punch him already.'
The temptation was becoming increasingly difficult to resist.
Out in the living room, all the color drained from Kaija's face.
"Ho—how could there be anyone else here but us?" she stammered, her eyes darting frantically around the room.
Her heart lurched.
'That idiot left something behind. He had to.'
Otherwise, how could Antony have picked up on it so quickly?
Unfortunately, her panic didn't escape Antony's notice.
His eyes narrowed.
Then he stepped forward and pointed directly toward the shoe rack.
"Then whose shoes are those?" he asked quietly. "I doubt your tiny feet fit that size."
Kaija froze.
