Third Person
The interior of the car fell silent afterward.
Outside, the city lights blurred against the windows like melted gold, streaking across the darkness in restless waves.
Frank flexed his fingers lightly against the steering wheel.
His injured arm stung.
But somehow…
That wasn’t what bothered him most.
Instead, his thoughts kept circling back to one thing.
Harrison left her alone.
At night.
After everything that happened at the banquet.
After those men cornered her.
After she called him.
Frank’s jaw tightened unconsciously.
He had known Harrison for years.
Knew how capable he was.
How sharp.
How terrifyingly observant when it came to business.
Yet somehow…
When it came to Raina, Harrison seemed blind in all the ways that mattered most.
Frank glanced sideways a
