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.

do you intend to slumber?” A voice, distinctly

beheld the man before her, “Blayze? What… What are you

hotel room,” Blayze replied

a sleek laptop stationed before him, his mind

herself, her gaze sweeping the room

habitation, distinct from the aura

a curiosity that danced in her voice,

momentarily at a loss for

“Did you retrieve me

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

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