CHAPTER 140

ZYLIAH'S POV

She appeared confused, furrowing her brows at me. Through the glass of a display case housing a beautiful array of women's designer scarves, I spotted one of the guys patrolling.

I pointed at the glass so the young salesgirl saw him.

She quietly pulled me into a hidden corner packed with clothes of different sizes and textures. "Why don't we call the cops, and you'll be safe here until they come?"

I noticed a customer in blue shorts and a brown hoodie looking in ...