Amber.
The night outside the hospital was dark, but the tall buildings around threw enough light to make everything glow in shades of gold and blue.
I stood on the curb, arm raised, trying to flag down a taxi.
This was the third one that had slowed, looked me over, then sped off with some excuse—too far, wrong direction, off-duty.
My borrowed jeans pinched my thighs with every shift of weight, the top riding up again to show a sliver of stomach. I tugged it down for the hundredth time, heart hammering.
I couldn’t be late getting back to the mansion. If Zeden thought I’d run—even for a few extra hours—he’d make sure there were no more “opportunities” like this.
No more leaving the gates.
No more breathing outside his walls.
The thought alone made my stomach twist.
A voice so
