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Chapter 18: Chosen Not Trapped

Author: LORI D. LEE
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-26 03:28:49

Smith’s hand landed lightly on my wrist, firm enough to get my attention but not enough to draw Jessica’s eyes away from the phone she clutched like a lifeline.

“Don’t turn around,” he murmured, voice barely more than breath. “There’s a man across the street. He’s been watching us for the last five minutes.”

Ice trickled through my veins.

Jessica stiffened, lowering her phone. “Do you think…”

“Yes,” Smith cut in. His jaw was set, eyes still locked on the window. “Allen.”

The name tasted bitter.

Jessica’s voice dropped. “He must’ve sent someone to follow me. Or maybe you. Either way, we shouldn’t stay here.”

Smith stood. “Exactly. Let’s move.”

I pushed back my chair, trying to keep my movements casual even as my pulse pounded. The last thing I wanted was to give whoever-it-was the satisfaction of seeing fear.

We left quickly, weaving between tables and out into the late afternoon air. The coffee shop door swung closed behind us with a little bell that sounded far too cheerful.

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