Chapter 27 : A Storm
*Lexie’s POV*
The moment Natasha's car pulls into the driveway of the mansion, I can't help but feel a shiver run down my spine. My hands grip the edges of my seat, knuckles turning white as we come to a stop. The accident with Noland is still fresh in my mind, and though I'm physically unscathed, my emotions are anything but.
"Lexie, you okay?" Natasha asks, her voice soft and concerned. I nod, my throat tight as I try to swallow past the lump that has formed there.
"I'm fine," I whisper, forcing myself to release my grip on the seat and open the car door. As soon as my feet touch the ground, I find my legs trembling beneath me. I hate feeling so weak, so vulnerable.
Natasha notices my struggle and wraps an arm around me, steadying me as we walk inside. Her warmth against my side is reassuring, even if it does nothing to quell the storm raging within me. I can't shake the image of Noland's car losing control.