Adam pressed the blade a fraction closer.
"So, Manager," he said calmly, "tell me, what are you doing in my room in the middle of the night?"
The woman pinned beneath him stared back with a blank, unreadable expression.
Her veil was gone, tossed somewhere across the room from the sudden tackle. Without it, the burn scar along her scalp was fully exposed, the mark pushing her hairline back unnaturally.
Neither of them cared.
Adam didn't care about her appearance.
And the manager didn't care that something she normally hid was now exposed.
What mattered was simple.
She had entered his room while he slept.
And Adam needed an explanation.
She finally spoke.
"I came to meet you," she said evenly. "I knocked, but there was no answer, so I assumed you were asleep."
She continued without hesitation, as if there wasn't a knife resting against her throat.
"I was about to leave when I heard you scream. I thought you were in danger, so I forced my way in."
Adam watched her closely.
