Chapter 130 The Bodyguard

• By the time Zara reached the Wellington building, the sun had already begun to dip, turning the glass towers gold. The world outside hummed with late-afternoon lifetraffic, laughter, the smell of roasted coffee drifting from the café across the street but she felt detached from all of it.
• Every step she took toward the building tightened something in her chest. She had rehearsed what she would say to him a hundred times during the drive, but now, standing before the revolving doors, every word fled.
• How do you confront someone who saved you and betrayed you in the same breath?