Winter returned to her office, quietly closing the door behind her.
The tension she'd been carrying since her run-in with Eric still clung to her shoulders, but her expression remained composed.
She sank into her chair with a slow breath, letting the silence of the room wrap around her. Confronting Eric had taken more courage than she liked to admit, but there was one thing she was sure of now—he wouldn't hurt her.
Despite the tension in his voice, despite the proximity and the pointed questions, he hadn't lashed out. His restraint had been clear. Controlled. And that told her more than his words ever could.
His reaction today proved that. He hadn't seemed offended by her warning or defensive about her veiled threats. In fact, it almost seemed like he was the one afraid of something she might know.
Winter leaned back in her chair, fingers loosely intertwined in her lap, her mind racing with possibilities.
