Chapter 133 Envy

Zev and Kelly sat together on the couch, a thick tension hanging between them. Zev, still nursing the aftermath of his injuries, was frustrated—his legs were far from healed, but at least his waist had improved. That small victory did little to ease his growing sense of impatience. Kelly, however, had long since grown accustomed to striking him. Before she could stop herself, her hand whipped out, landing a firm slap across his face. The sharp sound echoed in the room.