Danielle POV
Sam didn’t get home until I was already walking out the door for work. He barely looked at me before making some offhand comment about how I looked refreshed and clearly needed a night to myself. He actually believed I stayed home. He thought I spent the night alone in bed, probably curled up with a blanket and sleeping off whatever tension he caused.
I don’t know what part of me looks refreshed, because I feel like hell. I didn’t sleep. My body is sore in all the right and wrong ways, my eyes sting from crying and walking too long in the dark, and my nerves still haven’t settled. I’ve been jumpy all morning, and now this?
Now Knox is here.
He’s standing in front of me, all leather and rough edges, watching me with that unreadable look of his. I know what he’s waiting for.
