Sophia:
The courtroom settled into a tense silence as the judge called for a brief recess. My pulse raced, the weight of Derek's testimony still hanging in the air.
The cracks in Stanley's composure were small but unmistakable, and for the first time, I felt a sliver of power shift in our favor, one that felt like I could hold my head a bit higher, be c.o.c.k.y without it seeming too soon.
I stood to stretch. Every muscle in my body was tense, but Wit's hand was on my arm before I could take a step. His grip was firm, his eyes dark with a mix of mischief and warning.
"You're not going anywhere," he murmured, his voice low enough that only I could hear.
I glared at him, trying to shake him off. "Let me go, Wit. I need a minute." I tried not to laugh at how possessive he seemed today.
