Chapter 275

• -Beth
• By the time we got home, my adrenaline had crashed like a bad sugar high. I kicked off my heels the moment we stepped through the front door, muttering something about how fashion was invented by sadists. Zade chuckled as he locked the door behind us, tension finally ebbing from his frame now that we were home.
• I wandered into the kitchen and leaned against the counter. Zade poured a drink—whiskey for himself, a glass of lemon water for me.