Just as the world began to blur, a pair of high-beam headlights swept over them from the road. A heavy vehicle was approaching the estate gates at high speed.
Evelyn's heart nearly stopped. Her brother Alen was away, and George was inside. The only people who would be arriving this late were her parents returning from their gala in the city.
Evelyn's heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She reached out and mercilessly pinched Michael's waist, trying to break the kiss before the headlights of the approaching car pinned them like moths to a flame.
The door of the Sin family's luxury SUV opened before Michael could even fully release her. Alaric and Genevieve Sin stepped out into the cool night air, their expressions shifting from exhaustion to sharp, military-grade alertness.
Genevieve walked toward them, her eyes narrowing as she took in the sight of her daughter in pajamas and a coat, standing inches away from a man who radiated a predatory elegance.
