Chapter 75

• Haven sat at the edge of the bed, his hands trembling somewhat as he bound and loosened his fingers. The late evening sun sifted through the shades, casting a delicate shine on the room, but the warmth did nothing to ease the cold tie of uneasiness shaping in his stomach.
• Alexis stood by the window, her back turned to him, her arms crossed firmly against her chest as she gazed out at the grow, the pressure in her body substantial. He abhorred this—hated the way her quiet may well be so much louder than words.
• When Alexis was angry, really angry, she didn’t yell or toss things. She got to be frightfully calm, her outrage stewing underneath the surface like a torpid well of lava. It was continuously a caution sign, a flag that something had gone appallingly wrong.