At 2:47 in the Morning, the Waitress Chose a Killer. By Dawn, She Learned He Had Been Saving Her All Along.

all at once.

“You’re insane,” he murmured near her hair.

“Brave and insane.”

“Left at the corner,” she whispered.

The man by the sedan shifted.

Elena’s knees almost buckled.

A voice called behind them, sharp and suspicious.

“Hey.”

Elena kept walking.

One step.

Then another.

Vincent matched her pace, easy and casual, though she could feel the readiness in him continue reading …