Because he’s smart. A predator at his very core, alert and cognizant at all times, like a lion lying low in the grass before an attack. I could hide in a bathroom or a storage closet. Maybe try to find a door that locks or mask my scent with the soil from one of the potted plants near the exit. But deep in my heart, I know it’s useless. Kal didn’t take me as his wife for no reason, so there’s no chance in hell he’d ever give me up for anything less.
