Killain's POV
The call ended, but her voice stayed with me.
Thin. Shaken. Trying too hard to sound normal.
I stood there for a long moment after hanging up, my phone still pressed to my ear, the city noise blurring into nothing. Something was wrong. My instincts were screaming it, loud and violent in my chest.
I got into the car and drove back to my apartment like a man heading into a storm he could already feel on his skin.
I went straight to my bedroom, stripped out of my jacket, and changed into something darker and simpler. Black shirt. Black boots. No tie. No softness. Whatever waited for me at Love Shot Garden, I wasn’t meeting it as a businessman.
By the time I pulled into Love Shot Garden, the sky was already bleeding orange into dusk.
Soft hanging lights. Green ivy crawlin
