Landon's POV
Kelsey didn't say a word when after I signed those words to her. She probably thinks I was joking, since she believed I am calm.
She had no idea that the moment she stepped out of her car looking like she'd been dragged through a battlefield made of food and cheap insults, that's when I'd been planning on how to kill those ladies.
Flour, egg, wine—hell, even butter? What the fuck kind of place was that?
I didn't ask her anything. If I hear more of what happened to her from her, it might ignite my anger even more.
I just guided her to the bathroom.
She didn't resist. She was too quiet, too shaken. That told me everything I needed to know. She wanted to act like it didn't matter, but I saw it—her hands trembling while she tried to pick at the egg stuck in her hair, the way she avoided my eyes in the mirror.
After cleaning her body, she entered the tub filled with water. She flinched at first, then relaxed when the steam rose.
I stayed nearby, silent.
