When the taxi pulled up to the penthouse building, Lexi’s hands were clenched into fists at her sides. She paid the driver, her body moving like a machine as she walked toward the entrance. The doorman nodded to her without a word, his expression neutral. But Lexi wasn’t looking for pleasantries. She wasn’t looking for anything except Julian, and the confrontation she was going to stir.
As the elevator doors closed behind her, the sudden silence of the ride seemed to reflect the storm brewing inside her chest. The familiar hum of the elevator did nothing to soothe her. In fact, it only served to heighten her tension. She was shaking with rage, and every floor felt like it was dragging her closer to something she knew she wouldn’t be able to walk away from untouched.
The elevator stopped,
