Mia’s hands shook as she dropped the shards of the vase, panic twisting her chest.
She knelt beside the unconscious man, her fingers fumbling through his jacket. Who was he? Her breathing quickened as she searched for anything—an ID, a clue—anything that could explain why she was there.
Suddenly, she froze. She could hear faint footsteps behind the door.
Someone was coming. The sound was sharp, deliberate. Her heart pounded harder with each step.
Who could that be?
The door burst open, and she jumped, turning toward the noise.
It was Zac.
Mia’s stomach flipped at the sight of him. He stood in the doorway, tall and commanding, his sharp eyes moving from her to the man on the floor, then back to her. The calmness in his voice sent a chill down her spine.
“What’s going on, Mia? What d
