lass. He was supposed to be mee

d him. "Sir," Kristoffer murmured, noticing th

rough the chaos, landing on Chloe's face-the fla

m his memories. Especially the small, crescent-shaped sc

. That scar had been there in the old photograph-the same p

ked Kristoffer to find someone. He neve

" he said, his voice

Chloe Watkins, sir. Twenty-four years old, a

et, his eyes scanni

he Watkins family," his expression change

s from the Beaumont f

to place. The age, the adoption records, th

ne describing her occupa

sed to sit beside him, filling pages with chil

hese years, she

r. He had

hing ended in this ta

w shoving each other, trading vulgar insults. Chloe trie

glacial. The temperature i

ristoffer to intervene

xpression changed when he saw the caller

e phone, claiming she had terrible st

on's face. The damsel in distress

r me," he told Chloe. "I'll be b

"Don't you touch her!" Then h

nly made things wors

bing his hands together as he advanced on C

r back hit a cold wall. Th

ed to step in, but Guss's

one try to stop me t

stoffer asked

torm. He watched the trapped, helpless

istoffer. He didn

pensive suit, as if preparing f

Kristoffer. "I prefer to

e, each step steady and powerful, car

o a corner by Guss. She squeezed her

oulder, a large, well-defined hand shot out and