“Your house? Yeah,” he offered with a slight edge. Although his rich, dark tone reflected a hint of sympathy, his white-gray eyes were hard as steel.

Her house, or rather the residence she’d inhabited for the last two and a half months, was now… Shit. It was now a fireball in the sky.

Spinning back around and shifting nervously in her seat, Marissa sucked air into her lungs, praying she wouldn’t hyperventilate and pass out. Or maybe that would be better than dealing with this now. Who knew?

A firm hand landed on her back, thrusting her forward.

“Head between your knees, damn it. Don’t you dare pass out on me, girl.”

Girl? Was he serious right now?

Marissa had no choice but to obey his booming command, as he was simultaneously forcing her head toward the floorboard. Closing her eyes, she slowed her breaths, ignoring the way her hands trembled uncontrollably and her heart raced like a Kentucky Derby racehorse. A few minutes later, when she finally got her bearings, she sat up slowly and asked the one question she felt she’d been asking for far too long. “Who’s after me now?”

Once again, no response. Typical.

She might never receive an honest answer to that, but at least Marissa had the answer to her earlier question…

Disaster.

Plain and simple.

That was exactly what she’d been running toward.

And disaster’s name was Trace Kogan.

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