The Broken Mate

“Sorry,” I mumbled, my voice barely a whisper.

Embarrassment burned hot in my chest, flushing my cheeks as I practically bolted out of the elevator the second the doors parted. I scrambled toward my desk, trying to put as much distance between myself and my bosses as possible. My hands were still trembling, my palm tingling with a strange, lingering heat from where I had touched Darius's arm.