When I lifted my head, my vision blurred from crying too much.
A tall man dressed up in a fine black suit stood a few feet away from me.
The fading evening light cast shadows across his face, but I could still make out his sharp looks and dark eyes watching me carefully.
He had a cautious look on his face but also a slight dangerous aura that could never be compared to Dawson’s.
Panic hit me for a second and my first thought was that Dawson had sent someone after me.
That was the kind of person he is.
I almost laughed bitterly at the idea that he’d let me breathe freely for even one day.
The stranger must’ve noticed the fear in my expression because he immediately raised both hands slightly.
“Easy,” he said calmly. “I’m not here to hurt you.”
My fingers clutched around my shoes
