The door closed behind Markus with a soft click that seemed a lot louder than it should have been.
The moment the latch engaged, everything about him changed. His shoulders straightened from the protective curve they'd held while he'd been inside the room with Mila, the tension in his posture shifting from something urgent and reactive into something colder and much more deliberate.
His expression smoothed out completely as if he didn't have any emotions. The panic that had been visible to anyone with eyes disappeared so thoroughly that it might never have existed at all.
Instead he was staring at the space in front of him with a flat, unreadable look that made the temperature in the hallway feel like it had dropped several degrees.
His gaze swept across the hallway, double checking that there were two guards stationed outside Mila's door. They were.
