Chapter 63

“You’re awake?” Christian spoke in an irritated tone. I removed my headphones and put down the tablet so I could communicate with him. “Yes...I couldn’t sleep.”

He scoffed and sighed before he walked off to the bathroom, not saying another word. “Did I do something wrong?”

We were obviously all tensed, and having Marc around had calmed my nerves. Instead of thinking about the danger my life was in, I had found the motivation to keep myself busy with other stuff instead—like the baby room.

I felt terrible about being scared, and I did not want my bad energy to rub off on Christian. Not until I had seen the dead squirrel, all of this seemed so fake—but now that I knew it was real, things were different. I was afraid, terrified even—but crying wouldn’t do anyone any good. At least that was what I thought, but Christian’s reaction made me worried. Maybe I did push it?

He walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and threw on some sweatpants while i