I managed to avoid Trevor's section for my last set, working the other side of the stage, keeping my eyes fixed anywhere but VIP. But I could feel him watching. That hungry, possessive gaze burning into my skin, stripping away the armor I'd built since leaving him.
He'd seen me half-naked. Seen me move. Seen the body I now shared with someone else, and in his twisted mind, I knew exactly what he was thinking.
Mine. Still mine. Always mine.
By the time my shift ended, I was shaking so badly I could barely get my street clothes on. Carmen met me at the back door, her coat already on.
"Come on. I'm walking you out."
We made it halfway across the parking lot before he stepped out of the shadows.
"Elowen."
Carmen shoved me behind her. "Back off, asshole."
"I just want to talk." Trevor h
