Zayne’s POV
I sat in the car outside the address she had on her resume and turned off the engine. The street was quiet except for a distant generator humming from another compound. Sky’s building looked even worse in person than in the pictures the investigator sent. The paint was peeling. The hallway lights flickered. The entire place looked like it hadn’t been repaired in ten years.
I stayed in the car for a few minutes, gripping the steering wheel. The urge to go to her door was strong, but so was the voice in my head warning me not to make her uncomfortable.
I didn’t want to scare her.
I didn’t want her to think I was stalking her, even though this looked exactly like that.
I told myself I came here to help. I came because she looked like she was collapsing right in front of me ea
