Liana had never regretted making a clever escape plan as much as she did now, wedged between swaying bodies that reeked of sweat, alcohol, and poor life choices. Her breath hitched under the oversized hoodie of Drew's white tracksuit. She had thought the worst part of her plan was outmaneuvering Drew's guards and navigating the pack streets undetected. She had envisioned slipping into a cab, maybe even enjoying a quiet ride to Auburn, where her office would provide a semblance of safety.
But fate had other plans.
The moment Liana had stepped into the pack's populated zone, the powerful purr of an engine caught her attention. To her horror, Drew’s Maybach tore down the road. She had immediately enhanced her eyesight, only to see Drew's determined gaze aimed towards the mansion. And, good
