[Nicole's POV]
My cab had been stuck in the same spot on 5th Avenue for twenty minutes.
I sighed, blowing a stray strand of red-brown hair out of my face. Outside, the sounds of honking horns and shouting drivers were creating a symphony of New York rage.
I checked my phone again. No reply from Elena.
Something felt wrong.
Adrian had come home last night with his arm wrapped in bandages, looking like he'd gone ten rounds with a blender. He swore it was just a "minor accident" at the warehouse.
He said Elena and that billionaire should have been rescued by now. I didn't care what happened to that damn hot billionaire. I was more worried about my best friend's safety.
But I knew that look in his olive-green eyes. It was the same look he had in Paris right before he disappeared for da
