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chapter no. 021!
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❝ KEEP AN EYE ON ME. ❞ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄
THE NIGHTTIME BROUGHT UPON NOTHING BUT AN ARRAY OF TOSSING AND TURNING. Despite the soft pitter-patter of rain droplets crawling down the hotel windows and the peacefulness that came with them, Cara couldn't help but be on high alert. Every inch of her was on edge, and she felt like there were dozens of eyes watching every move she made— watching every breath she took.
The paranoia and sleepless nights that occurred daily in Quantico were repeating themselves in Kansas City, and an all too familiar sensation of consummate fear was weaving its way into her nervous system. It was toxic and debilitating.
So, she swam through the usual cycle of looking out the window, peering through the peephole in the door, making coffee, and pacing. Only this time, she knew she was a sitting duck.
If Dillion— Scott— Detective Miller— whatever the hell his name was— wanted to talk privately, he could easily find out from his captain where she and the team were staying. He could show up at any minute, and that thought paralyzed Cara's mind.
As the night progressed, he never once showed his face, but it didn't ease the trepidation swirling around in the pit of her stomach. Nor did it ease the chaos consuming her mind throughout the night and morning. Not a second wasn't spent over-analyzing and dissecting every move she'd made since the deal between her and Dillion Richards was ruined by Owen.
Cara was re-examining every second that'd passed over the last five years and the most recent twenty-four hours.
