Ellen's POV
The sound of Zeke's voice halted their advance, and I turned to see him approaching. Although his expression was unreadable, I felt a sense of relief at the sight of him but I masked it behind a veneer of composure.
Seizing the opportunity, I walked past the security detail without resistance, knowing that Zeke's presence alone would deter them from pursuing me further.
As I approached Zeke, I could feel his gaze piercing through me, his eyes were complicated and he reeked of alcohol.
Reaching his side, I gently supported him, concern etched into my features. “Baby, what's wrong with you?” I asked softly, my voice laced with worry. “You look like you've seen a ghost.”
But before he could respond, I shook my head, dismissing the question. “Forget it,” I said firmly, my tone
