Bracen
The meeting went way worse than I expected, and the thought lingered heavily in my mind as I made my way out of the airport and into the car that would drive me straight down to the Lowell's main estate.
Sliding my palms slowly against my thighs, I became painfully aware that they were starting to sweat. The fabric of my trousers clung slightly to my skin. Ignoring Ren, who sat silently beside me without saying a word, I kept my gaze fixed ahead.
He was a bodyguard, dressed in his usual dark suit, and the young woman with him was special forces as she silently sat in front, facing the road with unwavering focus. Neither of them spoke, their silence only making the tension thicker.
Outwardly, I mostly looked calm, my posture straight and composed, but inwardly my heart was pounding way harder and faster than it should, each beat echoing in my ears.
I had assumed wrong.
