Olivia Westview
The world narrowed to a pinpoint as my eyes locked onto James.
Every sound around me dulled, the bustling deliveries, the murmur of voices, the hum of the building’s ventilation system—all of it faded until there was nothing but him.
He was storming down the back hall, his long strides eating up the distance with terrifying speed. His hair was tousled, his tie hanging loose around his neck, and his suit—usually so meticulously pressed—was wrinkled and disheveled, as though he had dressed in a hurry.
But it was his eyes that sent my heart plummeting.
They were fierce, darkened with emotions I couldn’t begin to untangle. Anger. Desperation. Panic. Relief. They were locked onto me as if he could hold me in place by sheer force of will alone.
I couldn’t breathe.
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