LEANDER'S POV
The car remained silent. Everett’s hands drummed on the wheel, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, but every so often his eyes flicked sideways at me in quick glances that held more questions than words.
I could feel his curiosity building. He wanted to ask more. And come to think of it, he almost always did when he caught the edge of something I was holding back. But Everett was careful. He wasn’t the type to pry into other people’s business unless they opened the door first. At least, that was what I’d noticed about him so far.
Still, his glances stayed on me.
I shifted in my seat, trying to shake off the unease Harold had left behind. The man’s warning still echoed in my head no matter how much I tried to ignore it.
I’d probably worry about that later, but right now, my
