VANESSA'S POV
I scream immediately, scrambling away from Hector as wood splinters across the room.
Just then, a man steps through the wreckage, tall and dark-haired, with eyes that radiate violence.
Everything about him screams danger.
Oh goddess.
Shit.
It's Zane Rivers.
What the hell is he doing here?!
Oh f**k.
Oh f**k oh f**k oh f**k.
"Well, well," Zane says, his voice smooth as silk and twice as deadly. "Looks like I interrupted something."
"Who the f**k are you?" Hector demands, already shifting partially, his claws extending.
My heart is pounding so hard I think it might burst out of my chest. "Zane, what are you doing here? We had a deal…"
"A deal you just violated, Vanessa." He steps further into the room, and I notice the gun in his hand. Casual, like it's just anoth
