Salome’s POV
"Clementine, would you stop turning your head like we are being hunted by a rogue pack?" I spoke.
My friend glanced at the rearview mirror for the fifth time since we left the curb. She gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles white. "I can't help it. That was a lot of eyes back there, Salome. Are you sure you want to play it this way?"
I leaned my head back against the seat and closed my eyes. "I am tired of being the girl who gets cheated on. If they want a show, I will give them a masterpiece."
"You really think Barnabas will fall for it?" Clementine asked.
"He already did," I said.
“You have to be kidding me, Salome. Look behind us. That Bentley is still there.”
Clementine gripped the steering wheel so tight her knuckles were white. She kept glancing at the rearview
