~CHAPTER NINETY FIVE~
Later, I sit in the back seat as Elijah drives me home.
The silence in the car feels different, tense and heavy. My body is still sore and sensitive, still carrying the aftermath of everything that just happened in that office. I shift slightly in my seat, trying to settle, but it’s useless. I’m too aware of myself.
Too aware of what they must have heard.
I let out a quiet breath and drag my fingers through my hair, pushing it back in frustration.
God. The way they all looked at me when I walked out of Hardin’s office, those brief glances, quickly lowered heads, the tension in the air. They definitely heard me.
Heat crawls up my neck at the thought. Was I that loud? Damn, it was hot, but embarrassing too.
I close my eyes for a second, exhaling through my nose,
