-POV Derby
He didn’t yell, but the sudden drop in his voice felt like a cold blade sliding slowly against my skin. “Then leave.” Two words, spoken like an invitation, but shaped like an ultimatum.
"He was giving me an out, and that was the most dangerous thing Jordan Vasquez could do. Standing there in the dim light of his private office, he looked so detached it made my chest ache; he was offering me safety on a silver platter, proving he knew exactly how much damage staying with him would cause."
If I had any sense left, I would have turned the handle, but my body refused to cooperate with my brain.
I stayed trapped between the door and his gaze, watching a stray shadow fall across the papers we’d abandoned on his desk, my hands trembling so visibly I had to curl them into fists just
