Chapter 6 A Veiled Threat

• His grip on my hand is beginning to hurt, and I struggle to keep up with his fast-paced walking. Finally, we reach his office, and I'm grateful to be released from his grasp. My mind is racing with thoughts as he walks over to his seat and motions for me to sit.
• "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your meeting, but..." I trail off, feeling a sense of trepidation.
• Nicholas's eyes bear into mine, and I swallow hard. "It's alright, nothing you don't already know," he says with a sigh, leaning back in his chair.