Chapter 75 The Weapons

• Nina
• The tension in the air is so thick, it feels like we’re moving through molasses. The SUV stops just short of the perimeter of Elijah’s territory, and everyone’s quiet. Dominic’s hands grip the wheel tightly, his jaw clenched. Lucas is in the backseat, checking the weapons one more time, his movements too sharp. Rylan is silent, his gaze fixed out the window, as if willing himself into a different headspace.
• Jaxon’s beside me, close enough that I can feel his warmth. He leans in slightly, his voice low. “You good?”