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Then the door behind me slammed open.

Three men stormed in with weapons raised, black gear sharp against the white walls.

And through the gaping hole in the balcony doors stepped a masked figure, face half hidden, eyes a familiar shade of storm grey. His stance was calm, dangerous, and draped in a bulletproof vest marked with a security insignia I knew too well.

Théo.

My star in the darkness.

The breath I didn’t know I was holding left my lungs. I lowered my gun, hands still trembling.

“Don’t youeveropen your fucking mouth about my woman again, Harper.”

Théo stepped forward, tore the balaclava off his face, and let it fall to the floor. Then he lifted a hand and signaled to the men next to me.

“Take him.”

They moved immediately, dragging my father off the floor as he groaned in pain, still clutching his bloody arm. The sounds of his protests were pathetic, distant, and already fading as they hauled him out.

When the door sealed behind them, the noise inside me began to fade.

Théo turned to me fully now, the fire in his expression softening as his eyes searched mine.

“You okay, baby?”

I nodded, though the sob that tore out of me said otherwise. My knees buckled, and I did the only rational thing left.

I ran into his arms.

For once, I wasn’t running to escape.

I was running into the only arms that had ever felt safe.

I was runninghome.

Chapter

Fifty-One

“Just you and me against the world. Always and forever.”

? Jessica Sorensen

Théo

“Are you sure you want to do this, Scarlett?”

She stared through the blacked-out car window, fingers twitching in her lap.

Outside, the paparazzi were swarming like rats, flashes bouncing off the glass as Henry navigated slowly through them, until we slipped into the underground parking lot.

The gates shut behind us.

No more cameras. No more eyes.

When I had pulled her out of that goddamn mansion, she’d clung to me like she was still falling. Arms locked around my neck, face buried in the crook of it, knuckles white against my shoulder.

She hadn’t let go. Not once on the ride back to Beverly Hills.