Alpha Asher POV
The lounge felt too quiet after I left Hazel there. I changed out of the racing suit quickly, pulling on a fresh black shirt and trousers. My mind kept drifting back to her pale face, the way she had trembled after the race, the way she had grabbed the steering wheel at the last second to save us both.
Guilt twisted in my chest again—sharp and unfamiliar. I wasn’t used to feeling responsible for anyone’s pain. Especially not hers.
When I stepped back into the parking area, the Maybach was still there under the floodlights, but the passenger seat was empty.
Hazel was gone.
I stopped mid-step, scanning the area. No sign of her. The racing suit she had borrowed was nowhere in sight. She must have left on foot or caught a ride with someone.
Anger flared hot and fast.
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