Ellen's POV

The coffee and pastries I’d ordered sat untouched on the table, their steam long gone. My fingers tapped nervously on the polished wood as I waited in the cozy Manhattan café, my heart racing with anticipation for the meeting I’d arranged.

This would be my final act before leaving New York for good, a city that had chewed me up and spit me out.

Nathan had done his best to keep me under control, assigning his lackey Robert to tail me like a guard dog. But I was a ...