*Roanne’s POV*

The energy in the bar felt charged as I walked inside the dim interior. My heart raced faster, competing against the loud music pulsating through the cramped space. Exhaustion weighed on me after so many nights on the run from my past.

"Roanne, over here," Aaron called out gruffly when he noticed me. His tone left no room for argument. He commanded attention just by his presence alone. I inhaled sharply as our eyes locked. "Stop running," he ...