Kimberly
As I got into the car, my phone dinged with a message.
My fingers trembled slightly as I stared at the message.
‘You’re playing a dangerous game, Kimberly. Be careful who you trust.’
A cold shiver ran down my spine.
Unknown number. No name. No clue who had sent it.
But the intent was clear.
Someone was watching.
I glanced at Kendrick, who was gripping the steering wheel tightly, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.
I wonder why he came to the pharmacy in the first place. He even followed me to the Coffeehouse. He didn't even let the drivers drive him.
He was so eager to put me back in his cage.
I sighed as I thought of his reaction to Zayne earlier. Would he have killed him had I not stopped him?
I stole a glance at him and noticed the muscles in his jaw were tense,
