Hellena’s steps stopped right in front of the black car that was already waiting for her. Her driver had gotten out first and swiftly opened the rear door.

“Thank you,” Hellena said briefly.

Just as she was about to get in, a hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.

“Hellena,” Gevan’s voice sounded firm from behind.

Hellena turned quickly. Her brows immediately furrowed. “Mr. Daxon?”

Gevan was standing very close. Too close. Reflexively, his other hand circled her waist to keep her from losing her balance as she turned. Their position left almost no distance between them.

For a few seconds, they stared at each other.

Gevan felt his heart beat faster....