Chapter 28. The Intentional Mistake

June POV

My pen dangles between my fingers, the cap nudged against my teeth.

I lay flat on the bed, stretching my arms, like I’m posing for a crime scene.

The ceiling above me has exactly twenty-one panels — no, wait, twenty-two.

...Wasn’t it twenty-three last night?

I squint up and count again. “One... two... three...”

I sigh. “They always change. Shifty bastards.”

The pen cap clacks against my teeth as I bite it lightly, trying to chew my way through the fog in my head.

That moment keeps replaying. Mr. Grande pulling me away from the speeding delivery bike. How his arm wrapped around my waist, his fingers clutched the fabric of my dress like he was scared—

He was scared, I’m definitely sure I saw the shift in his piercing grey eyes, but I’d barely blinked before he’d locked it all down again.

I shut my eyes, swallowing the memory, “No,” I mumble, “That’s just how anyone reacts when they stop someone from killing th