Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

But the reporters were relentless, not giving Lizetta a moment's peace. One particularly brash male reporter, seemingly irked by his thwarted attempts, got physical and shoved Lizetta hard. Lizetta felt a rough hand grab her collar, causing her to stumble and her head to collide with a nearby camera stand.

Scowling, she was about to reach for her phone when suddenly the pressure on her vanished.

A cry of pain echoed through the air.

The man who had been manhandling her was sent flying, knocking into others and causing a commotion.

"Where did you get hit? Let me see!"

A familiar, deep male voice, filled with evident concern, came from above.

Lizetta stiffened for a moment before looking up.

Standing before her was a face she hadn't seen in ages, a man tall and imposing, his presence as commanding as ever.

It was Remington.

Lizetta had anticipated they might cross paths upon her return, but she hadn't expected it to happen so soon.

Why was he here?

Without dwelling on it, she quickly composed herself and shook her head at Remington.

"I'm fine."

gaze lingered on her slightly reddened forehead before he turned to face the male reporter and

"Mr. Dashiell..."

pale. They, and others who sensed the shift in

in the car,

his previously icy

noticed Cedric pull the

struck

had ghrased his question,

unfamiliar but pleasant surprise.

at Remington and nodded, then

first but didn't follow. Instead, she closed the door

Seeing her outside the car, his heart sank

still not want to see him, to share a space

Cedric take them while he arranged another pickup. Remington paused, then realization dawned. Lizetta was

lips curved slightly

dim parking lot

по

features sharper, and the brief flicker of

her gaze, murmuring,