For a moment, my brain did that static thing like it just unplugged itself because it couldn’t handle one more plot twist tonight.
Derek outside my window.
My father’s head of security behind him.
Both of them looking like they were expecting bullets to rain from the sky.
And me?
Sitting in a stupid car with a dying engine and mascara smudged like I’d wrestled a raccoon.
Perfect.
Absolutely perfect.
“Vivienne, open the door!” Derek hissed, banging once, too loud. “Please.”
The man behind him,Marco, my father’s chief of security stood rigid, scanning the street like a sniper was about to jump out from a trash can.
“Miss Hart,” Marco said, voice calm in a way that wasn’t calming at all. “We need you out of the car.”
“No,” I said automatically, s
