Zion
The adrenaline hasn’t left my veins since the dinner. It surges through me, hot and fierce, like fire in my bloodstream. Meghan had agreed—she’d said yes. Dinner, Tuesday night. No hesitation. No second thoughts. Just the calm, collected words that now rattle around in my mind with a vicious satisfaction.
I can’t believe how fast everything is moving. It’s like I’m watching a game unfold in front of me, and every move I make, every word I say, brings me closer to winning. Closer to the prize I’ve been working for.
I need this. I need it more than I’ve needed anything in my life. And I’m not going to let anyone—especially not Aaron—get in my way.
I settle into the backseat of the black sedan, the city lights blurring past the tinted windows. The quiet hum of the engine is all I can
