Chloe’s POV

“Chloe!”

Jake called me, rushing towards me.

His voice cut through the emptiness of the warehouse like a blade.

I turned just as he rushed toward me, his face tight with fear, anger, and something worse, relief that hadn’t fully settled yet. The Police officers came in behind him, guns raised, scanning every corner. Tyler followed closely, his jaw clenched, eyes sharp, already calculating exits and threats.

Jake grabbed my arms.

“What are you doing ...