His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 87

Virginia called Mrs. Benson, asking her to handle the school pickup.

She was simply in a terrible mood and desperately needed a walk to clear her head.

Time blurred until a barrage of frantic footsteps echoed from behind her.

"That's her! The bitch who put Chloe in the hospital!"

Virginia winced. She couldn't believe they had managed to track her all the way down here.

Ducking her head, she buried her face in her scarf and broke into a fast walk.

But her pursuers had zero intention of letting her go. Two hands slammed brutally into her back.

The massive shove completely knocked Virginia off balance. She pitched violently sideways—straight into the roaring traffic of the busy avenue...

In the absolute nick of time, an arm shot out from nowhere, clamping around her waist and violently yanking her backward. An instant later, an SUV tore past with shrieking brakes, the chassis barely skimming the hem of her coat.

Virginia's mind went entirely blank. All she could hear was the slightly ragged breathing of the man holding her.

As her senses slowly returned, her nose was filled with the distinct, cold scent of oud and bergamot—faint, yet overwhelmingly safe.

"...Zachary, call the police."

The voice rumbling above her was pitched ominously low, stripped of any human warmth.

Archer held her securely against him with one arm, while using the other to drape his black cashmere coat over her shivering shoulders.

Beside them, Zachary Cole easily pinned down the attacker and dialed 911.

Archer's jaw was locked tight, projecting an aura so dark and terrifying it practically suffocated the air around them.

Without his coat, he was clad only in a dark gray turtleneck. The sleeve rode up, revealing the familiar dark wooden bracelet around his wrist.

The polished beads caught the sunlight, gleaming with a chilling, merciless luster.

The attacker was a young girl in a high school uniform, no older than twenty.

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