RILEY
I couldn’t wrap my mind around Lisa’s absurd level of obedience and fear toward Killian.
Yesterday, when I’d returned to the car after speaking with Gareth and then Hannah, she was incredibly antsy, her hands curled around the steering wheel with concerning intensity.
Her knuckles were white from the effort, and once I was buckled into my seat, she practically peeled out of the parking lot.
The music playing over the radio was lowered to an almost inaudible volume, and she kept glancing back at me through the rear-view mirror, her wide eyes shooting daggers in my direction.
“I told you to get back to me within the hour,” she accused me tensely. “You kept me waiting longer. And now… I’m going to be in so much trouble.”
The car sped up a little, and I gripped the handle above me
