Jeanice still stood at the doorway, even long after the sound of the car that took Evans had faded into the distance. The night air bit at her skin, but she didn’t move. An uneasy feeling in her chest kept growing, like a small whisper constantly disturbing her thoughts.

She finally stepped back into the house, took off her jacket, and placed her helmet on the small table near the door. Jeanice sat on the sofa, hugging her knees, her eyes staring blankly out the window. Her thoughts returned to the gaze of the man named Ghazi—cold, sharp, and almost inhuman. Why would someone like him suddenly appear and take...