As soon as I entered the apartment, Liyah pounced on me like a hungry animal, chomping at the bits for updates.
"How did it go? Did everything get sorted?" Liyah asked, “Tell me, did he cry?” Liyah teased, wiggling her brows playfully.
I nodded, wearily tossing my bag onto the entryway table.
I wanted to play into her playfulness, but my head was still reeling from what just happened with Lucien.
I walked straight to the coffee table, pulling out a few tissues to wipe the cold sweat from my forehead. My body felt flushed, and I wasn’t sure if it was out of fright or something else.
"Are you alright?" Liyah noticed the signs, realizing I was drenched, not just on my forehead, but also on the back of my torn dress.
I nodded and recounted the harrowing experience from the car.
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