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 ...