Chapter 87 Unaccounted For

***Hazel***

He studies me longer this time. Not a passing glance. Not a polite once-over.

A deliberate examination.

His eyes drag slowly from my heels to my shoulders, over the sharp cut of the blazer, the way the silk of the blouse catches the light. Then they move to my face, searching for something, fatigue, weakness, hesitation.

Not approving.

Measuring.

“You slept?” he asks, voice low, contro