Macy looked down at Annette’s sleeping form, a cocktail of emotions swirling inside her. The fright of Annette’s sudden reaction had her frame shaking slightly, whether solely from her maddened rage or from something else, she didn’t know.
She startled when Graeme’s hands came to cup her cheeks. Staring up at him, she tried to shake off the unease she felt at the contract. It was difficult keeping her expression clear, but she did.
He was silent, but she knew exactly what was going through his mind. “I’m really okay, Graeme.”
He didn’t look too convinced, but he let it go. “Okay.” He echoed, dropping his hands to hold hers. “We should get going. We can’t talk to her while she’s in this state, and she needs to rest anyway.”
Nodding, Macy let him steer her towards the door. She couldn’
