They left the police station in silence, but it wasn’t the peaceful kind. It was the sort of silence that hummed with tension, laced with unsaid things and sharp glances. Emma stalked ahead of them, her designer boots tapping against the pavement like a warning. She didn't say another word as she slipped into the back seat of the black Tesla, arms folded tight across her chest.
Julian held the door open for Lexi, his hand brushing lightly against her lower back as she got in. The touch was subtle, but she felt the unspoken gratitude in it. Once he joined them in the front, he let out a sigh and started the engine, steering the car toward his penthouse.
Lexi sat with her hands folded in her lap, staring out the window as the city lights flickered past them. Her heart was still racing—not
