Roxanne's POV
Isaiah drives in silence, and I feel him glancing at me every few seconds, a look of concern in his expression.
“Are you alright?” He asks finally. We've not spoken much since I urgently requested he drove me home. “You went pale back there.”
“I am fine,” I lie, staring out the window. Just tired.”
He doesn't push further, and I'm grateful to be left to my thoughts. My phone is clutched in my hand as I go over Lennox's message in my head.
My stomach twists with anxiety. What the hell does Reese want this time? Part of me wants to tell Isaiah to turn around and drive anywhere but Lennox's building. But another part, the part that's finally owning up to herself needs to face this.
As we pull into Lennox's garage, I spot it immediately. The black Mercedes with custom plat
