Liz
The tension lingering in the air was louder than the crackling of the fire in the fireplace. I sat on the chair with my knees bouncing repeatedly. Cade occupied the chair adjacent to mine while Emma and Davis had left only moments ago to prepare the safe house. I still couldn't believe I was agreeing to this.
No. I wasn't agreeing. I was being forced into this.
I stiffened as footsteps approached from the hallway. The moment Heather's sour scent reached me, I lifted my lips in a snarl. My fists tightened against the chair and I felt my nails elongate into claws, piercing the wood beneath my fingers.
"Slow your breathing," Cade whispered. I glanced toward him. "This isn't ideal. I get that. But this won't work if you attack her."
Attack her? I had never attacked anyone in my lif
