Rachel's POV
Scar’s whole demeanor shifted the moment we exited the laundry room. The air around him changed, tightening as we moved through the hall and into the kitchen. By the time we reached it, the space between us had gone dangerously quiet.
I leaned against the kitchen island and watched him without speaking. He opened the fridge, pulled out two ice cold beers, and handed one to me. I took it, my fingers brushing the glass, and noticed the tension in his shoulders as he turned slightly away from me. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a prescription bottle, and tried to hide it as he popped a couple of pills into his mouth. He tipped his head back and washed them down with his beer.
“What were those that you just took?” I asked.
He shot me a glare sharp enough to cut, then b
