With a resigned smile, Blayze gingerly placed the glass down, withdrew his phone and contacted his secretary, tasking her with the acquisition of a women’s down jacket.

After a brisk shower, Blayze donned fresh attire and thoughtfully penned a note for Sabrina before stepping out.

It wasn’t until the afternoon that Sabrina stirred from her slumber.

She groggily opened her eyes and found herself ensconced within the confines of the hotel room, Despite the throbbing ache in her head, she immediately sat up and conducted a hasty inventory of her attire.

To her immense relief, her clothing remained intact, save for the down jacket she had been draped in.

Thankfully. With a sigh of relief, she reclined once more and shut her eyes.

Her recollections resurfaced. The bar, the unsettling encounter with those three men, and then… Tyrone seemed to show up later.

A voice, distinctly not Tyrone’s, suddenly sounded from

her astonishment, she beheld the man before her, “Blayze? What…

Blayze replied through tightly

sleek laptop stationed before

gaze sweeping the room

conspicuous traces of habitation, distinct from the

her

found himself momentarily at a loss for words, finally responding, “What

ventured, “Did

come to her aid on that occasion. She had drunk a fair amount. Had she erred in her

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