The ride up the elevator was tense and silent as it slowly dragged me closer to what could very well be my death. Dread sat heavy in my gut as I weighed my options. They didn't look good, to be honest. If I was dealing with someone relatively sane, I probably wouldn't have to worry much. But with Bobby, I was almost certain that he would blow everything way out of proportion.
The worst part of it all was the fact that I had no way to prove I didn't do it. Aside from mentioning Ezra, which would never be an option. Not if I liked my head attached to my body.
I began biting my nails, the only sign of my inner anxiety that I could allow. Next to me, Duncan and Andrew both looked as nervous as I felt. Duncan more than Andrew. He knew what Bobby was capable of. I didn't think Andrew fully understood the danger I was under. He still didn't believe the threat on my life was true. I guess he was about to find out.