Chapter 353

• A sleek black sedan screeched to a stop in front of her. Zayla Steele’s pupils flickered as Joaquin Latham stepped out of the back seat. He wore a white dress shirt that didn’t suit his usual style. Tall and chiseled, clean as carved jade, he looked refined and noble. But his face was still off from having his stomach pumped.
• “Come back with me.”
• One look at her outfit and Joaquin knew she wanted to run. He’d shown up burning mad, but when he saw her thin frame, her swollen, red eyes, and the smear of blood at the corner of her mouth… his heart felt like ice being smashed to pieces.