Veronica My level of apprehension grew exponentially with each second ticking by as Ryker marched us onwards to the waiting vehicle, lugging both his bag and mine without so much as breaking a sweat as we left the clinic. He hadn’t uttered a single syllable to me since our mild spat this morning, but the phrase “If looks could kill, I’d be dead right now” had persevered in intermittently sprouting up in my mind with the level of the intensity that I had seen burning behind his carefully cultivated façade when others were nearby. I kept waiting for him to shatter the silence as we trudged on, but it never happened. He did not look fuming per se, but something was clearly weighing heavy on his mind, making me squirm as the endless possibilities rocketed through my brain. I had all but resolved on crawling into the backseat for a nice, long nap the entire trip home when my plans were
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