Salome’s POV"You should probably leave before he comes back," I said, my voice barely a whisper.Barnabas’s jaw tightened, his teeth grinding together so hard I could hear the friction. He didn’t get a chance to snap back. The heavy click of the door handle cut through the tension.I turned my head toward the sound. Jeremiah stood in the doorway. He didn't move, his arms folded across his chest like a barrier. His face was a mask of cold stone, unreadable and distant. He looked at Barnabas, then at me, then back at Barnabas. I felt a lump form in my throat.How much of that had he heard?Barnabas saw him and flinched. He stepped away from the bed, his bravado vanishing as he fumbled with a plastic bag on the small table. "I, uh... I brought you some food," he stammered, trying to sound like a caring husband. "It's just chicken and rice soup. You want me to get you a bowl?"I didn't answer him. I couldn't. I was too busy wa
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