Katelyn’s POV

I barely had time to breathe before the next wave of chaos began.

I was still by the barricade, heart pounding, when a familiar, unwelcome voice called my name over the noise.

It was Logan Pierce, a well-known male host from another station, my most shameless competitor.

Logan was tall, always perfectly dressed, with a sly grin that rarely reached his eyes.

He was famous for getting close to the action and stealing credit for other people’s scoops.

He’d been circling the ...