Chapter 91: Share No Blood
Reese
The walk from the hospital room to the elevator, and then through the brightly lit lobby, felt endless.
Every step echoed with the weight of the day—Lauren’s blood on the floor, the senator’s threats, and now the sudden appearance of my father. The night air outside offered a brief moment of cool relief, but it did nothing to loosen the knot of tension coiled tight in my chest.
We climbed into the waiting black SUV. Mr. Thomas rode up front with the driver, his posture stiff and silent. Lizzie slid in beside me, immediately reaching for my hand.
She didn’t let go the entire ride. And I was very grateful for that.
The city lights blurred past the tinted windows as we sped toward the hotel. For several long minutes, neither of us spoke. The silence
