Her mind didn’t stop racing, not when she stepped out of Jace’s mansion, not when she hurried down the steps, not even when she lifted her hand to hail a cab. Every second that passed felt heavier, her heartbeat pounded heavily as fear pressed against her ribs.
A cab rolled up in front of her. Stephanie opened the back door and slid in. “Step on it,” she commanded.
The driver, a middle-aged man, obeyed instantly, turning back onto the road without any further question. Then, after a while, almost timidly, the man glanced at her through the rearview mirror.
“Sorry, but where exactly are we going?”
Stephanie blinked, realizing that she hadn’t said anything from the start, she had been so caught up in her thoughts, her fear, that the words never left her lips even though she thought of it
