Chapter 43 Stepping In

***Hazel***

The SUV glides to the curb like it belongs there.

That’s the first thing that makes my stomach tighten.

The second is the way people stare when Jocelyn and I step out—two black-clad bodyguards flanking us, doors opened before we can reach for the handles, the kind of quiet efficiency that turns heads without making a sound.

I keep my face neutral. Calm. Professional.

Inside, though, I