Back at the mall, Jeremy's patience had long since frayed. He didn't like the idea of Mrs Volkov going alone but there was only a little they could do
Raphael had requested a female bodyguard but they didn't have one in their ranks and now he was regretting it
He just couldn't explain it. There was this feeling in his gut that something was wrong. Zayne's expression had gone ice-cold ages ago
"Maybe we should call her?" Zayne finally suggested being unable to sit still anymore. Jeremy's jaw clenched but he called anyway.
He dialled Braelyn's number saved as Mrs Volkov. The call went through and almost immediately a ringing sound echoed from the handbag he was holding. His grip tightened on his phone.
"You got to be fucking kidding me..." Jeremy cursed. Zayne froze for a moment slowly registering what was going on.
