I didn’t wait for explanations.
Nope.
No speeches, no drama, no “let’s sit and talk about it.”
My brain said run, and my feet obeyed like they’d been waiting all night for the command.
I turned away from all of them, the bar, the men in suits, Zayden, the entire nightmare and stormed across the parking lot.
My breath was shaking.
My hands were shaking.
Honestly, even my hair was probably shaking.
Who the hell were those men?
Who the hell sent them?
Why did they have Zayden’s picture?
Why did they know my name?
Everything felt too big, too fast, too loud.
I just needed distance.
A minute.
A second.
Anything.
Behind me, someone called my name.
Not Derek.
Not the strangers.
Zayden.
“Vivienne,” he said, not yelling, not r
