[Violet’s POV]
Lance’s hand rests on the small of my back, gently pushing me toward the door of his office while the cashier watches us curiously. Confusion and something more rush through me from his actions and his words.
What on earth is going on right now? It was almost like he couldn’t wait to get me alone. Could this mean that he was actually feeling something after sending me off to find a new target and then my succeeding?
Don’t overthink things. The small voice in the back of my head speaks before I can let my hopes get up. He probably just wants to quickly finish things.
This thought alone leaves me feeling uneasy, but I don’t have time to think too hard on it before my phone is dinging.
Frowning, I let Lance lead me to my usual seat, and once I’m seated, I pull it out and f
