KEIRA’s POV

My hands were gripping the steering wheel tightly as I drove down the road at a considerable speed. I was extremely thankful that Clint had gotten my car fixed and delivered to the front of the investment building.

Leaving Clint had a huge effect on me. It felt like I was back to square one, an anxiety mess. Clint's presence had a way of comforting me and putting my mind at ease, but now that he was not here, I was beginning to get paranoid.

I glanced at my rearview mirror ...