Chapter 265

Third Person's POV

"Vance, slow down!" Kyra protested as she stumbled after him, tugged along by his unrelenting grip. "I haven't even washed my face, brushed my teeth, or touched my hair this morning—"

Her words might as well have been wind against the mountains. Vance didn't spare her a glance. He kept pulling until they stood before his sleek black vehicle parked outside the complex. He yanked