The evening sky looked bruised, purples pressed into dark blues, like the world was holding its breath. I wasn’t sure if it was the atmosphere or if it was just me projecting my inner chaos onto everything I saw. But by the time I stepped out of the ride and reached my apartment door, my fingers were already trembling.

Not from cold.

From what I knew was coming.

Because Yasmin wasn’t done.

And Dre wasn’t ready.

And Tariq… he had turned into the quiet storm I should have paid more ...