He shielded me from the cameras, one arm subtly blocking the microphones.
Before I could react, his hand closed around my wrist—firm, steady.
"This way," he said quietly.
I didn't resist.
I couldn't.
It was my only way out.
He guided me through the crowd with ease, his presence cutting a path forward.
The noise faded behind us as he led me straight to a sleek sports car, opening the passenger door.
I got in without hesitation.
Moments later, he slid into the driver's seat and started the engine.
Only then did he remove his cap and mask.
I froze.
"Aiden?"
"What are you doing here? How did you find me?"
He smiled faintly, eyes still on the road.
"Surprised?"
"I saw the news about the Blackwood family matriarch," he continued.
"I figured you might be around here. But when I got here…"
He glanced at me briefly.
"I saw all that."
I frowned.
