With all the chaos from last night, my mood never fully came back. Even after Riley was dragged out of my house, I kept thinking about her face, her stubborn voice, and the way Harlan's temper could turn cold without warning.
I couldn't relax.
"Lewis," I started, my voice low, "your friend… he doesn't seem completely unreliable, but I'm worried he might "
I didn't finish.
Lewis bent down, slipped one arm behind my knees and the other around my back, and lifted me like I weighed nothing. The sudden closeness made my breath catch. His scent wrapped around me instantly, warm and steady, calming the panic in my chest.
"He's not good at loving," Lewis said as he carried me upstairs, "but he won't truly hurt her."
Then, as if we were discussing something as simple as dinner, he added, "And tomorrow, change the password."
Heat rushed to my cheeks.
