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Hailey
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At that instant, it felt as if the world was crashing down on me. The excitement I’d felt a moment before was now replaced with cold-blooded fear.
Jordan.
He’d finally tracked me down and was there to take me back to the clan—the last thing in the world I wanted.
“Are you okay?”
I was vaguely aware that the guy at the counter was talking to me. I was too focused on the man standing in the doorway.
Jordan took off his sunglasses and shoved them into the pocket of his custom-tailored suit. Armani, no doubt. History told me that his shoes were handmade and probably from the hide of some rare species of animal. Even ruined, they’d be worth more than my car.
With my eyes still locked on Jordan, who hadn’t yet noticed me, I sidled down the counter and almost made it to
