The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 397

Petty froze for a second. In her mind, Parrish was on the same level as Hans’s dad. He was an elder, someone you owed respect.

She’d been raised to always answer when an elder asked a question. But there was never any rule saying you had to give the whole truth.

So she simply said, “When the time is right.”

She was already planning a getaway. A big, crowded city would give her a better shot at slipping away from whoever was keeping tabs on her.

Her answer was basically a non-answer.

Parrish didn’t push. He just said, “Hans wants you safe. I can help you leave.”

Petty shook her head. “Thanks, Parrish, but I don’t want anyone else getting hurt because of me. I need to work this out on my own.”

She knew Parrish was powerful—almost intimidating. Even Hans had no clue just how much he could handle. Still, Franco wasn’t someone anyone wanted to mess with.

Hans was in the middle of a photo shoot a few steps away. He could just stand there and look like he belonged on the cover of a magazine, so things were moving fast.

For a few seconds, there was nothing but quiet.

“Alright.” Parrish’s calm eyes settled on her. “But if it gets to be too much, come to me.”

Talking to Parrish always made Petty feel a weight she couldn’t explain, like invisible pressure pressing down inside her chest.

It made no sense. Parrish was easygoing, and for all his authority, he’d always been great to Hans and, by extension, to her. He was nothing like the sharks in the business world.

So why couldn’t she shake that uneasy feeling?

Still, she nodded. “I understand, Parrish.”

***

Cabinda University, Journalism Department.

Nash walked out of the building, heading toward his car. His phone started ringing.

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