Different

Adea

He walked over to his desk, pulled open a drawer, and grabbed a towel. He held my gaze as he wiped off the blood from his hands. His jaw ticked and I stood helpless as I watched the wheels churning in his head. What was he thinking? What was going to happen now? Duke made his way around the room, picking up pieces of Pan as he went before putting them under his arm.

I kept my eyes on Shane as he finished cleaning the blood and dropped the towel on his desk. The only sound in the room is Pan’s body being dragged along the floor towards the exit.

Shane’s gaze drops down my body and I fight the urge to squirm as he checks out the dip in my shirt, the denim shorts, and the flesh of my thighs. My breath is shaky as I try not to fidget and stay still. The door opens and Pan is dragged out of the room.