Chapter 11 Drake

• DRAKE
• My feet tap against the carpeted limo floors, impatient, checking my phone for any news. It’s only been fifteen minutes since they’ve left. Each minute Avery is alone with that leech is one too long. Jude’s withering observation doesn’t escape my notice, but I ignore him checking my phone again.
• “What’s going on with you and Avery?” He remains neutral and calm, no accusations, only curiosity. He’s taken longer than I thought to ask. I was expecting it when I hired her.