The Sin of His Obsession
The wind tore at them as they scrambled down the fire escape, the rhythmic clang of the metal grating a frantic soundtrack to their escape. Aiden’s injured arm throbbed with a dull, insistent pain, but he ignored it, his focus entirely on Chloe. He could hear her ragged breaths, the small gasps of fear. The city below was a blur of lights, but Isabel’s penthouse, now a blaring beacon of chaos, was the only thing that mattered. They were running not just from Isabel and Leon, but from the police who would undoubtedly be called to investigate the broken glass and the activated alarm.