Sophia froze, doubting if she'd remembered the license plate correctly. Hazel stepped out in a pink knee-length dress and crystal heels, looking sweet and polished, completely non-threatening—she even gave Christopher a slight nod.

Sitting on the motorcycle, Sophia’s heart skipped a beat, a strange chill creeping over her. Something about Hazel seemed different, unsettlingly so.

Lost in thought, she watched the bodyguards move to the other side to open the car ...