*Lexie's POV*
The moment Natasha's car pulls into the driveway of the mansion, I can't help but feel a shiver run down my spine. My hands grip the edges of my seat, knuckles turning white as we come to a stop. The accident with Noland is still fresh in my mind, and though I'm physically unscathed, my emotions are anything but.
"Lexie, you okay?" Natasha asks, her voice soft and concerned. I nod, my throat tight as I try to swallow past the lump that has formed there.
"I'm fine," I whisper, forcing myself to release my grip on the seat and open the car door. As soon as my feet touch the ground, I find my legs trembling beneath me. I hate feeling so weak, so vulnerable.
Natasha notices my struggle and wraps an arm around me, steadying me as we walk inside. Her warmth against my side is r
