The Forbidden Encounter

Marcus called at seven in the evening. He was Evander’s head of security, the man assigned to watch Sadie whenever she went out alone. Sylvie trusted him because he was careful, quiet, and never spoke unless something mattered.

“Ms. Adler,” he said, his voice steady, “I need to report something from this afternoon.”

Sylvie sat still, phone pressed to her ear. “Go on.”

“Miss Sadie met two teenagers