ANGELA’S POV
Your debt has been paid.
The words still echoed in my head with brutal finality.
Hanzo’s cold silver eyes remained burned into my memory. Even in my dreams I saw them looking down at me, felt the weight of his hands, the press of his mouth.
Nearly a week had passed, yet I still couldn’t escape him. That man had taken up permanent residence in my mind.
“Are you listening?”
Fred’s slightly worried face came into focus when I finally lifted my gaze from the coffee cup I had been gripping too tightly.
“Yeah. I’m sorry,” I managed a weak smile. “I just have a lot on my mind.”
Even here, on what should have been a normal date, I couldn’t lock Hanzo out.
“Is it about the competition? You have nothing to worry about. You’re an amazing dancer.” Fred’s smile was warm and genu
