Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lucy slipping quietly through the crowd, circling wide to avoid drawing attention. The man noticed the movement at once. “Back up!” he snapped, lifting the knife higher to threaten the crowd. “All of you, now!” Emma stayed rooted in place. “You said you’re here to collect something,” she said, her voice steady despite her trembling hands. “Collect what exactly?”
The man’s gaze flicked sharply to the silver box. “What your fiancé and his friend promised my boss.” Daniel exhaled sharply in panic. “Emma—” “Don’t,” she cut him off coldly. Her eyes never left the armed man. “Start talking. Both of you.” Vincent’s shoulders sagged in defeat.
