CHAPTER 35. THE MAN STANDING RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU
I found myself walking back home alone, the cool night air doing nothing to soothe the fever ravaging my skin. I had bid Palmer and Fred goodbye at the door, my voice trembling, my eyes unable to meet theirs for more than a fleeting second.
My body was shaking. It wasn't the shivering of cold; it was the aftershock of a seismic event. I was a literal haze of fire, a constellation of misfiring nerves and sensations that I couldn't control. My muscles snapped and twitched, firing to and fro as if the electricity of the playroom was still arcing through my veins.
Palmer had been too exhausted to escort me, her limbs heavy and her eyes glazed over with the dopamine of submission, but I didn't mind. I felt like she actually needed the rest a
