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Chapter 493: Nearby, Carole froze, her face a picture of shock.

She couldnt comprehend how, in the heartbeat it took Gordon to swing, Kellan had whisked Allison away without so much as a blur.

Outside, the crisp night air hit Allisons face, her heart pounding with the shock of it all.

Her mind raced, piecing together everything shed seen.

How even…? Her stomach twisted with unease.

She was beginning to see the man before her in a new, darker light, one that raised more questions than answers.

Kellans movements were impossibly quick practiced, efficient, instinctive.

It must be the precision of someone whod spent years honing skills for survival.

She didnt want to read too much into it though.

Otherwise… The wind whistled in her ears as she was half-dragged down the empty street, the rapid pace giving her no time to protest.

She stared at Kellans broad back, the fabric of his shirt stretching over taut, coiled muscles, every line of him tense and ready, like a storm contained within fragile walls.

His grip was scalding in its raw intensity.

They reached a deserted alley, and Kellan stopped, finally loosening his grip but not releasing her.

You… She panted, catching her breath, her pulse still frantic as her mind tried to catch up.

She raised her gaze and was met with his eyes a searing, intense red beneath a mask of calm that was anything but.

A sharp, earthy scent hung in the air around him, like cedar smoke curling from dying embers.

Discover more at galnovels .com Allison, sometimes I really want to kill that punk.

He took a step closer.

She felt the cold wall against her back as her shoulders hit it, pressed so close that every breath drew his scent deeper into her lungs.

His voice dropped lower, each word carefully measured and chilling.

Especially when I saw the two of you, cozy in that café today, talking like I wasnt a thousand miles closer than hell ever be.

I thought of a thousand ways to make sure hed never cross your path again.

Quietly.

Permanently.

Allisons stomach turnednot from fear, but from the terrifying certainty that he could follow through on every whispered threat.

She knew him.

Her jaw clenched as she fought to maintain her composure.

Mr.

Lloyd, you dont get to meddle in my life, she replied, her tone as firm as she could make it.

My choices are mine, just like your affairs with Miss Perry arent my concern.

Whether its business or… debt, its not for me to interfere.

It was a reminderboth for him and herselfthat the barriers between them were better left standing.

Keeping some distance was the best choice for both of them.

Kellans mouth curled into a shadowed smirk, his eyes burning with dark humor.

Youre right.

Its none of my business.

But his gaze told another story, one filled with barely restrained defiance, as though part of him longed to step over that line, consequences be damned.

The feeling clawed through him with raw, electric urgency, especially when hed seen her close to leaving with Gordon, the icy fear of loss nearly splintering his self-control.

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