Chapter 21: Out of the Grey.
Cavier leaned against the wall inside his penthouse, arms crossed as he watched the security footage on his phone.
Cielle had been pacing in front of his door for ten whole minutes.
She’d step forward like she was finally ready to ring the doorbell, only to freeze and shake her head before muttering something to herself and resuming her frantic pacing.
Occasionally, she’d clutch the strap of her bag like it was the only thing tethering her to reality. Other times, she’d nod firmly, straighten her shoulders, and prepare to knock—only to panic again and retreat.
He arched a brow when she suddenly whipped out her phone, staring at the screen intently. Probably looking up some nonsense like How to escape a mafia man’s house alive or Signs you’re about to be ki
