Grace’s POV
The doors slid open, and I stepped in first, ignoring the sound of his footsteps behind me, ignoring the way my body immediately locked up, tense and too aware. How was I going to cope with living and working with him? How was I supposed to pretend like everything was normal when everything inside me felt like it had changed overnight?
I kept my eyes forward, watching the numbers light up one by one, pretending like each floor might be the one that set me free. But the air in the lift grew heavier, thick with something I didn’t want to name. I hadn’t even made it past floor three before I heard Hunter shift beside me. Not much. Just enough that his arm brushed mine and my entire body stiffened.
“I didn’t mean it,” he said, his voice low.
I didn’t look at him. “Mean what?” S
