The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 357

Were the guy with the knife and the one who shoved her in on it toget Who cut the power to the club?

Was this whole thing actually aimed at her?

Whose way had she gotten in? Why were they trying so hard to destro her?

Nathalie leaned back against the wall, feeling completely drained. Her grip on the mop loosened until she just let go.

Across the darkness, the man standing opposite chuckled, low and so

The sound sent a chill down her spine, but it also felt strangely familia She glanced up, lips pressed tight, but didn’t say anything. Now wasn’t the time, not when things still felt so dangerous.

anyway?

started buzzing in her pocket. She reached for it, but sudden pressed his hand over hers, stopping her cold.

froze, body tense, and tried to pull away.

ut his grip was strong. He took her hand, turned it palm up, and traced word into her skin.

Don’t move.

Nathalie stilled, fingers curling before she slid her hand free. The whole thing felt weird, but she listened, staying just as she was. At least right now, he didn’t seem like he wanted to hurt her.

Time crawled by, silent except for the beat of her racing heart. The way the man stood there, his presence… it felt almost familiar. Too familiar. The the

flashed through her mind.

But that couldn’t be right.

She’d talked to him just yesterday. He’d said he wouldn’t be back for another seven days.

So who was this?

Her mind whirled. The phone in her pocket vibrated again. Outside, voices and footsteps started to fill the hallway.

‘The power’s back. You all can come out. I’ve called the police already, no >ne’s leaving just yet,” the club manager called out.

Seriously? He showed up now, after all this?

Nathalie barely had time to react before the overhead lights snapped on. The sudden brightness made her blink and wince, raising her hand to shield her eyes. When her vision finally adjusted, she looked up–and here was Lance, leaning against the opposite wall, his face as sharp and inreadable as ever. His eyes glinted, like he was amused by the whole

Scene.

Her chest tightened. “You lied to me?” The words were out before she could stop herself.

She swung at him, but he grabbed her wrist. In one smooth pull, she anded against his chest, his other arm closing around her waist, holding

er right there.

‘Nathalie, this is how you treat the man who just saved you?” he said, voice light and way too calm.

Nathalie’s eyes burned with anger, but she forced herself to take a breath. ‘Let me go.”

Lance held even tighter instead. “No chance. What if you go for round two?”

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