In front of her was a bustling road, filled with people and cars.
Norris stood still, her breathing shallow and erratic.
The man's hand was gripping her arm, his palm so scorching it felt as though it could burn her skin.
"Trenton Smith," her voice carried a hint of pleading, "Please... just let me have some time alone."
"With you like this right now, how can I possibly feel at ease letting you run around all alone?"
"I'm fine," she shook her head. "I... I'll be fine on my own."
The man kept his grip firm on her arm, unmoving, until people began to gather around to watch. Pressing his lips tight, he pulled her toward the Bentley parked not far away.
