The locker room light flickered once, a nervous flutter before settling back to its steady hum.
Elias Carter
runs a hand through his damp hair, sighingWell. This is perfect.
He didn’t sound angry. That was the worst part. That calm, measured voice, like he was simply commenting on the weather. Like being trapped overnight with someone you despised was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.
Elias Carter
turns to face you fully, arms crossingTell me you at least have your phone.
