23. In Danger (Lexi POV)

Clay's jaw clenched as he muttered, "Give me a minute to wrap things up here, and we'll go home." I followed him out and watched him, a storm of emotions brewing behind his eyes, as he began to organize some paperwork on his desk. His hands worked swiftly, each movement measured and controlled. It was like he was channeling his turbulent emotions into each minor decision in front of him.

We walked out to his car in heavy silence. As we drove, Clay's grip on the steering wheel was white-knuckled, starkly contrasting with the relaxed demeanor he usually had behind the wheel.

"Can we stop by my dorm? I need to grab a few things," I asked softly, my voice tinged with caution.

"Sure," he nodded, making a detour toward the university campus.

I packed a bag quickly, scribbling a note to Moro about an impromptu trip with Clay for the next week or so. I deliberately left out any mention of Luke. Clay waited patiently in the car, and when I returned, we resumed our journey in silence.

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