CHAPTER 103

~ Alex

Maybe this was a terrible idea.

I leaned back against the cold wall of the storage room, trying to calm my racing thoughts. My hands trembled slightly, which I hated. I hated that I was trembling. That I was second-guessing everything we had done. The fluorescent light flickered above, casting shadows across Isabella’s face as she lounged in a corner chair like she owned the place. Her legs crossed, heels clicking lightly against the floor as she sipped her drink, every movement dripping with the kind of spoiled arrogance that made my skin crawl and my blood boil at the same time.

I ran a hand...