Chapter: 1695

Laney froze, her mind racing. The room's silence was punctuated only by the sound of Cliff's heavy breathing, amplified through the audio feed.

Laney felt heat rush to her cheeks as she realized the depth of what she was witnessing. Shaking herself from her stupor, she shut off the feed, pinched her cheek, and winced. This wasn't a dream.

Anger quickly replaced her initial shock. Her fingers trembled as she dialed Cliff's number.

He answered after a few rings, his voice low and rough. “What's up, Laney?"

“What are you doing?" she demanded, her voice sharper than she intended.