Chapter 43

Martin's POV

My second appearance had gone perfectly. Clean, sharp and exactly as I'd planned. She didn't see me coming.

As I sat on the couch in my bedroom, with my feet raised up on the table, and a glass of cold whiskey in hand, replaying the day's events with utmost satisfaction.

The shocking looks on her face when she saw me step out behind that tree-pure terror. That was what I wanted.

She had looked so at ease at the park, laughing with that little girl, finally relaxed. ...