For a second something almost like respect flickers across his face, and that unsettles me more than anger ever could.
“I didn’t realize you knew that much,” he admits quietly.
“You didn’t realize a lot of things,” I reply evenly.
Silence settles between us again, but this time it feels less explosive and more strategic, like two wolves circling instead of lunging.
“I have a meeting to finish,” he says finally, his voice returning to controlled neutrality. “Cameron will take you home.”
I nod once, because pushing further right now would only drag us back into chaos.
Cameron does not speak as he escorts me back to my trailer, and the walk feels longer than usual even though the path has not changed and the night air is cool against my overheated skin.
When we reach my door, I turn to
