Chapter 98

Katie’s POV

The elevator doors slide open before he takes my hand and leads me out.

I was right.

His grip on me is not casual, limp, hesitant, or optional. And the men who’ve moved impatiently upstairs are not gone.

They follow us from a close distance.

And they were waiting for us when we exited the elevator.

I look around, trying to spot Beau.

There is no trace of him.

Good.

He’s probably waiting for me where I parked my car.

Oh, the thought of having to go there and face him, fend for myself, and survive another day makes me shake with fury.

Speaking of that,...