Chapter Eleven
Nerves fluttered in her stomach, as they had been all day. No matter what she'd done today, she hadn't been able to get rid of them. It was almost like butterflies had made their home inside her.
And yet nothing had happened. She'd come into work and gone about her day just like usual. Though admittedly with a lot of questions about how she was feeling. At least saying she was still a little under the weather wasn't even a lie.
"How you holding up?" Hadrian asked, perching on her desk as he arrived.
"I'm good," she answered, not even surprised he'd shown up. She'd seen Zack around a couple of times, but he hadn't talked to her.
"Are you sure? Zack said..."
"Zack wouldn't know. I haven't spoken to him all today."
"He's been watching..."
"That's not what you promised,"
