The air was thick with dread as I stepped out of the car.

No bodyguards. No backup. No heels. Just me—in combat boots and a leather trench, hair pulled back like I was ready for war.

I had told Ezekiel I needed time to think. Told Shane to leave me alone. But the Truth is? I wanted this.

Whatever this mysterious threat was—it was time to end the guessing.

I didn't want to go alone at first but I had no choice. This Mysterious person seems to know more about me than I think. They ...