The Cold Stranger

Hazel’s Pov:

Knock.

I tapped my fist gently against the door of his study, balancing the tray of food carefully in my hands. My stomach twisted. He hadn’t shown up at the dining room again, and I was worried. Not just about the food. About him. About us. About the way he had shifted so suddenly— from the sweet man I was beginning to know, back into the cold, distant stranger I’d first met as my hu