KEISHA
I gripped the steering wheel, my nails tapping against the leather in an uneven rhythm. Too long. He was taking too damn long. My jaw tightened as I stared straight ahead, resisting the urge to lay on the horn or march my ass back in there. “He’d better not be in there fuckin’ her right now or I swear—” “Keisha!” Nala’s voice snapped through the car, sharp and warning. I shot her a look, irritation flaring. She sat beside me, arms crossed, her expression tight but controlled. We’d both reluctantly agreed that Brice should be the one in the back with Siri. The mate bond- as much as I hated to admit it- might actually help her. Didn’t mean I had to like it. Didn’t mean I trusted him. Didn’t mean I wasn’t seconds away from going back in there and dragging him out myself.
Silence stre
