Betty's POV

A gasp escaped my lips as I glanced up. Call it fate or coincidence, I caught a small group stepping out of the restaurant as rows of cars stopped before the entrance.

Among them was a red-haired I knew too well.

My fingers tightened around the steering wheel until my knuckles hurt.

So I hadn’t imagined it. Ivan was really here. I could only thank my luck that Kaiser got out before them.

It was not a coincidence or paranoia causing my mind to spiral after what I ...