Chapter 30 Wanting Out

• The room was still, the tension thick in the oppressive silence. Theo’s gaze never wavered from the men seated before him, his presence commanding and undeniable.
• After a few moments, I leaned toward him slightly. “Theo,” I whispered, “I need to use the bathroom.”
• Theo’s jaw tightened ever so slightly. His grip on my arm shifted slightly, but his expression remained composed. “Not now,” he said firmly, his voice low, yet steady.