Chapter Fifteen

Once Tasha was inside the salon, Onyx moved his gaze to the rearview mirror. Yep, the red Rolls-Royce was still a little distance behind Trevon. The car had been following them for the past two minutes. Irritatingly, a white van was also following—the same white van that the human extremists used. Deeply suspecting that the Rolls-Royce was the Shade's car and that he had something to say,

Omyy drove away from the salon, not wanting him anywhere near Tasha. As he suspected, the Rolls-Royce followed him to the local park where Onyx had yesterday taken Pack. Similarly, so did the white van.

As Onyx parked in the small, half-empty parking lot at the edge of the park, Trevon's SUV took the space on his left, and the Rolls-Royce took the space opposite Onyx’s car. The van pulled up a few cars away from the Rolls-Royce. As Onyx got a glimpse of the driver of the van, he noticed the familiar profile. Jace. Fucker.

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