"Yes, I am absolutely fine, and I am currently somewhere safe." Blake reassured his fiancée for the third time. She had apparently received word that he had been ambushed. His mother and secretary had called as well, each demanding to know what had happened.
{Where are you right now? I will come pick you up.}
Blake exhaled slowly before giving her the address.
{What are you doing in a café at this hour? Amd rohit after the incident no less?}
Blake shrugged. "I just came across a friend... who actually saved me, too."
His gaze drifted toward the quiet boy sitting a short distance away, calmly sipping his coffee as though the world around him held no urgency at all.
Blake was growing impatient to speak with him, yet beneath that impatience was an uneasiness he could not quite shake. There was something about the boy that made him wary, as though every answer he might receive would only lead to questions he was not prepared to face.
Just then, Corella spoke again.
