Clara Bennett
“They’re here,” Ryder said quietly, his hand tightening around mine as we stood in the middle of the old warehouse. The air smelled like dust and rust. His body was tense beside me, every muscle ready. “Stay close. No matter what happens, stay behind me.”
I nodded, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. “I’m not leaving you. We’re doing this together.”
The side door creaked open. Victor walked in first, looking calm and arrogant in a dark suit, followed by several armed men. Behind him came Francis, pale and elegant, his cold blue eyes locking onto me the second he entered. A small, possessive smile curved his lips.
“Well, well,” Victor said, spreading his arms like he was welcoming us to a party. “The happy couple finally decided to stop running. How bra
