Chapter 63

Teagan POV

I didn’t slow down until I was back in my car, the engine roaring to life beneath my hands. My pulse thundered in my ears as I pulled out of the mansion driveway, anger and fear tangling in my chest so tightly it hurt to breathe.

She may not be “defenseless,” as he said—but she was alone.

And that was enough to terrify me.

I drove straight to my office, bypassing my house entirely. Every corner of that place still smelled like her—her shampoo, her coffee, ...