*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 ...