"The guards from the house asked me not to let you pass." He responded, his voice firm, his eyes narrowing as he studied her. "They're on their way right now. If you could step out of the car, please, I'd appreciate that." He instructed, his tone polite yet unyielding.
Natasha's heart dropped, her pulse now louder than a drum, as she realized their plan was unraveling faster than she could control.
Natasha slowly stepped out of the car, the door slamming shut behind her with a metallic thud. She forced a smile at the guard, though her heart pounded so fiercely she feared it might burst out of her chest at any second. As she caught sight of Lance approaching from the shadows, her knees began to tremble, though she silently thanked the cover of night that concealed her fear.
"Why are you out of your car, ma'am?" Lance asked, confusion flickering across his face as he neared her, his voice carrying a slight edge of concern.
