Dariel’s [POV]

The woman with blue eyes too big for her face holds the front of her coat closed as she threads her way through the tables, her gaze unmoving from Aden’s back.

Like a lifeline.

She doesn’t blink, and she never falls more than a handful of steps behind him.

As if she’s afraid of losing him.

Or that he’ll leave her behind.

I watch as she follows Aden out of the front entrance, and the foyer through another camera, and finally disappears from ...