Molly
I barely make it two steps before Charles grabs my arm.
“Don’t,” he says quietly.
“Let me go,” I tell him, my eyes still locked on Levy.
I’m not even thinking clearly. I just know I’m angry. Angry enough to walk straight over there and say everything I’ve been holding in.
Before either of us can move again, the clerk announces the judge’s arrival.
“All rise.”
The whole room shifts at once. Chairs scrape. Conversations die. Everyone stands.
I stop.
Charles doesn’t let go of me. Instead, his hand slides down from my arm and into my hand, our fingers locking together.
“Calm down,” he murmurs. “We’ll deal with Levy after the hearing.”
I’m still staring at Levy across the room.
He’s smiling.
Like nothing happened. Like we didn’t almost crash because someone messed with the b
