Sabrina's gaze darted around Alex's bedroom as she paced about, landing on his neatly arranged desk, the unmade bed, and the window with its heavy curtains drawn halfway.
Her chest rose and fell with frustration as she fought the urge to trash them all. Her hands clenched and unclenched by her sides, and the air around her felt charged, as though her fury had a tangible weight.
Her thoughts tumbled over one another, each more enraged than the last.
How could she have let herself get caught in this ridiculous web? was furious with herself for falling into her grandmother's and Alex's trap. She had been played them.
Her eyes darted to the door as though expecting Alex to walk in. His calmness mocked her fury. That unbearable calmness of his only made her angrier.
