Laura had nearly stepped into the guy’s car when she felt a sharp tug on her arm.

Her body froze—as if she had been electrified from the inside out.

She knew exactly who had touched her before she even turned around.

She turned slowly.

Edgar stood there. Directly in front of her. Shoulders tense. Face closed off. His stare far too serious. Far too intense. The kind that cut straight through the soul and dragged out wounds she pretended were gone.

“You’re coming with me,” he said, voice low and