Carl went around the dining table, and I immediately followed, holding his hand, intertwining our fingers. He turned to me, and for a while, his gaze just lingered. He finally turned around and went out. One bodyguard followed in our car while we both sat on the back seat. The rest stayed back, probably wondering what would happen to their master.
The ride was silent, and Carl kept his head up throughout.
We finally got to the police station, and we stopped. I turned to him, my eyes sweeping over him once.
"Are you nervous?"
He turned to me with a raised brow. "Nervous?"
I nodded. "It's okay to tell me if you are nervous..."
"I am not," he said, shaking his head. He did look the part. He just looked bored, like going to the police station was something he absolutely had to do, and fo
