Chapter 21 Protecting My Heart

• The sleek black car moved silently through the quiet streets of London, weaving between narrow alleys and long forgotten industrial roads. From behind tinted windows, the man in the passenger seat glanced toward the rearview mirror for the fifth time in as many minutes. His fingers drummed against his thigh.
• “Drive slower,” he muttered to the man behind the wheel. “Don’t make it obvious.”
• Unbeknownst to them, another car lingered two intersections behind a matte grey Aston Martin, its headlights dimmed and movement calculated. Damian’s jaw was tight as he gripped the steering wheel. He’d seen the car outside his apartment earlier, loitering too long. When it pulled away not long after Nina’s visit, a thread of unease had unspooled in his chest. He trusted instincts over facts, and every fiber of him screamed that something wasn’t right.