Axel’s POV
The hallway felt too damn small.
Fists clenched. Nails digging into my palms. The usual. But I couldn't move from, not that cursed spot. My legs kept me pacing back and forth.... back and forth. My whole body was thrumming with a restless energy that had nowhere to go. Every passing second stretched longer than it should.
Miriam was taking too long.
Way too long.
I had left because she made me—practically shoved me out. But the second the door clicked shut behind me, I wanted to turn right back around.
Something was wrong.
Fiona’s silence and the way she barely reacted. The way she looked at me, was too blank, too controlled. It looked like she was holding something in or like she was hiding something.
It didn’t sit right, of course not.
A sharp exhale left me. My finge
