Chapter 39
Nina’s POV
The lobby lights buzzed overhead like angry insects, casting harsh yellow pools across the faded carpet. My helmet dangled from my fingers, the scratched visor still fogged from my panicked breathing.
The receptionist stood behind the counter, one manicured hand resting possessively on the diamond waist chain looped around his neck. The stones caught every flicker of light, throwing tiny red and green sparks across his purple shirt like he had won some twisted prize.
I stared at him. My heart hammered so hard it felt like it would crack my ribs. Fear clawed up my throat, but something hotter , a rage burned right behind it.
He met my gaze. His lips curled into a slow, mocking smile.
“Aren’t you that b***h who tried to steal from me?” he said, voice dripping
