Elizabeth POV
If someone had told me months ago that l'd be strolling through the city on a Saturday evening with Christian Reed, l'd have laughed in their face.
Christian Reed didn't "stroll."
He didn't "hang out."
And he certainly didn't "blend in."
But here we were.
We were just two people taking a walk, sun spilling across the pavement, people walking their dogs, sipping coffee, scrolling on their phones.
Except we weren’t just two people.
Christian walked beside me, his hands in his coat pockets, shoulders loose but his eyes... still sharp, scanning like he expected someone to jump out of the bushes and declare war.
"Why are you walking like you own the place?" I asked, side-eyeing him as we crossed a path sprinkled with joggers and dog walkers.
"Because I do," he said, dead
