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CHAPTER 97

Autor: Diva.dazzel
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-09-02 00:12:58

MIKE

​I was heading down the 40th-floor hallway toward the elevators, adjusting the strap of my bag over my shoulder, when a flash of ginger-red caught my eye.

​There was only one person I knew with hair that vivid, that striking shade of auburn that practically caught the light. Vance.

​As she stumbled blindly toward the elevator bank, wiping her face, the realization hit me all at once. It really was her.

​"Eloise?" I called out, taking quick, long strides toward her.

​She slammed r
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