Alexandria
Bryce’s lips quirked. "I don't give a fuck how many keys you have."
I held my breath and rebuttal as Bryce turned, leaving me alone in Chelsea's room. His last words, his menacing cold stare, fueled the rush of adrenaline flooding my system. Still standing, I reached for my own hands, gripped the large diamond, and tried to make sense of the shaking. I squeezed my hands in an effort to quiet the trembling, but as it registered, I realized it was no longer contained to my hands but racking my entire body, making my knees increasingly weak.
Like a jittery statue I stood waiting, fearful that he would return and yet more terrified that he'd look elsewhere to wreak his fury. As time stood still, air returned to my lungs and slowed my tremors. My breaths were the only sound as I searched for noise of him down the hall with Chelsea.