Inside the coffee shop, Roland stopped five feet away from the table, eavesdropping on Zoey's conversation with the masked assailant.
He didn't hear the man, but the trembling in Zoey’s voice and her unstable movements were enough proof that something was wrong.
Roland paused and turned around, eyes locking on Zoey who was staring into the space, one hand clutching her phone.
“Don't you dare touch her,” Zoey's voice tumbled out. “You listen to me carefully. I don't care who you are or what you're up to, but if you so much as lay a finger on her, I will destroy you. All of you.”
Roland blinked, watching Zoey's trembling eyes.
“I will find you,” Zoey continued. “Do you hear me? I will find you…” Her voice trailed as the line clicked. She pulled the phone away from her ear eyes locking
