Sable

Ridge’s growl finally fades, but I swear I can hear an echo of it bouncing off the stark walls of the large building.

The room has grown so silent, I feel as if I can hear every breath being taken. Beyond the breathing, I can also feel the weight of every gaze latched on to me, made heavier by the thick tension that clogs the air.

I don’t like being the center of attention like this. I don’t like all these eyes on me—not Ridge’s concerned gaze or Lawson’s pissed off one or any of the different levels of emotion in between.

My heart pounds with such force that...