Sage's POV
The airport suddenly felt too small. One moment Sage had been standing beside Ethan and Harper, feeling safer than she had all day.
The next, strange men had surrounded them so smoothly that it was obvious they knew exactly what they were doing and they definitely did not look like security, police but Club men.
The kind of men Sage had grown up around — the kind who followed orders without question, the kind who could smile while ruining someone's life. Her pulse hammered painfully against her ribs.
Beside her, Ethan immediately shifted positions, placing himself slightly in front of her. It was a small movement, but Sage knew what it meant. Protection, it's always protection. Harper noticed it too and stiffened.
"Okay," Harper muttered nervously while glancing around. "E
