PAST
Zheme pushed the door open after twisting the knob, his hand moving forward to gesture Lexie inside.
With a curt nod, she conceded to his silent command, steps taking her inside the house she had previously called a prison cell. They had not much long ago left the office and though the drive here was awfully quiet, it was comfortable.
Lexie had watched Zheme through a half of it, the way his hand tightly gripped the steering wheel, the ways his eyes would squint at each and every stoplight and the way he'd glare over at the noisy drivers who wouldn't stop honking their cars.
It was cute, the difference between the glare he'd issue to her and the one he gave to them. It was a lot more lethal and even though it wasn't directed at her, Lexie still felt intimidated.