Helena's POV
The silence that follows Patrick's challenge cuts through the air like a knife. Nobody dares to move. Nobody even breathes. We're all frozen in this moment, waiting for someone else to break first, but none of us have the courage to follow through on the unspoken threats hanging between us. At last, Leo lets out a long breath, running his palm down his face in exhaustion. "This conversation doesn't belong here."
Patrick folds his arms across his broad chest, but he doesn't push back. Asher shifts his weight nervously, his gaze locked on mine. His fingers curl and uncurl at his sides like he's fighting the urge to touch me, but he holds himself back.
Another wave of uncomfortable silence washes over us. I dress quietly, sliding my leggings up beneath Leo's oversized shirt. When I reach for the hem to pull it over my head, all three men let out warning growls simultaneously.
"Leave it on," Leo mutters as he tugs his jeans up his legs.
