Hazel's POV
“He is meeting her in twenty minutes,” Marcus said, already grabbing his car keys off the desk. “A warehouse near the old shipping docks. If we move now, we can be there before either of them realizes we know.”
Julian did not hesitate. He was already pulling on his jacket, his phone pressed to his ear as he barked instructions to a private security team I had not even known existed until this exact moment.
“You are not coming,” he said to me, turning with a look that dared me to argue. “Grace needs one of us here, and I refuse to let you anywhere near Vivian until I know exactly what we are dealing with.”
“Julian,” I started, but he cut me off gently, cupping my face in both hands.
“I need you safe,” he said quietly. “I cannot think clearly if I am worried about both of yo
