Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Seven
Khalid’s pov
The luxury Maybach drove away, disappearing completely into the black night. It left nothing behind but the bright red glare of its taillights and a heavy, suffocating silence. But even though the car was gone, the horror of that visit remained. The tension in the parking lot was thick. It felt like a physical weight pressing down on my chest, making it hard to take a clean breath of air.
I stood completely frozen on the cold pavement. My body felt like a statue made of solid stone. Inside, every single muscle was locked tight, pulled so taut that it actually ached. My hands were squeezed into tight fists down by my sides, my fingernails digging hard into my palms. I could not move. I could not blink. I just stared at the empty space wh
