ROOSEVELT’S POV
"Zyran, I can't breathe," I gasped, holding onto his shirt. "My chest hurts."
"Look at me," Zyran said softly. He cradled my face in his hands. "Breathe with me, Roosevelt. In and out. I won't let him keep her. I promise."
"He is crazy," I sobbed, shaking my head. "He thinks he is saving me."
"He is a dead man," Zyran hissed. "I will tear his entire company down. I will—"
My phone rang again, startling us.
I stared at the screen, this time, it wasn't an unknown number. It was Nixie.
My hands shook so much I almost dropped the phone. I hit the green button and put it on speaker.
"Nixie?" I cried out. "Did the police find anything?"
"Rose!" Nixie screamed. She wasn't crying in fear anymore. She sobbed with joy. "Rose, she is here! She is right here!"
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