“What about my cat?” There were a million other questions Emily probably should’ve asked first, but concern for George was uppermost in her mind.
“We’ll swing by to get him,” Zaron said with no hint of surprise or hesitation, and she knew he must’ve been prepared for this.
Her intuition had been right: he wasn’t going to let her go.
“What about my apartment?” Emily asked, the logical questions finally coming to her. The adrenaline rush from her violent rescue was fading, and she was beginning to feel overwhelmed again. “What about my things? What will I live on if—”
“Emily.” Zaron swiveled on the plank to face her. Clasping her hand between his large warm palms, he said softly, “You have nothing to worry about, angel. I’ll take care of everything.”
Emily stared at him, her mind whirli
