5
CAMDEN
Brooke. That was the name the guy at the bar shouted when she ran away. She wasn’t just a drunk vixen in a red dress; she was sharp and strong as hell. My arm hurt like a b***h. I’d never seen a girl move like she did, especially while intoxicated. She was the same girl I saw in the elevator earlier. There was something familiar about her, like I’d seen her before. Even in the way she looked at me there was familiarity there. Did she know who I was? I didn’t know but I was going to find out.
One thing was for certain, the girl had power. Her intensity reminded me of Gabriella. I didn’t know if I should go in after her, but she dropped her purse at the door and left the keys in the lock. Not exactly the safest thing to do even if we were in a swank condo building. I was probably
