Zion’s POV
I heard her choke out a breath and then she said. “What are you doing here, Mr. Klein?” that was a good question, but I was surprised at the way she referred to me formally, like she was my secretary or something.
I loved the look in her eyes, the fear of the unknown, of what I might do now that I had caught her in her life. As for how I got to be here, well, there was nothing money couldn’t do.
I had gone to Zion’s school to see Laurel and explained to him who I was to Camila, and asking him, actually, offering his school another wing of cafeteria built in, just to that he could give me her address, and he had done so very reluctantly.
The only problem was, I didn’t even had to pay for that when I could have just followed the nice neighbor Camila had saddled with the res
