Chapter 933
- Behind her, the faint rustle of fabric signaled that the pair had taken their seats.
- Tabitha didn't need to turn around to feel her spine instinctively lock up. The sheer weight of the gaze landing on the back of her neck carried a suffocating, physical pressure.
- It felt exactly like a loaded shotgun pressed against the back of her head, making her track every single breath just to keep her composure.