Chapter 83 Paparazzi Dates
- Stella’s POV
- The first time I truly understood how dangerous Ferguson’s world was, it was not the bruises on his jaw. Bruises faded. It was the cameras.
- They waited for us outside the restaurant, lined on the sidewalk like wolves circling prey. Dozens of them. The second the black car door opened, the night exploded with flashing lights. The shutters clicked and popped like fireworks.