Ari’s Mazda was parked around the side of the house, away from the festivities. It was unlikely that I would run into any of the guests out here – there were too much shade and too like champagne. However, that still left the staff members to worry about though. Some of them had to be doing plain house work.
So, I skirted and skulked, slinking about the halls like a ghost. Praying that I was as invisible as one.
My heart was hammering in my best, an echo of a previous escape attempt. But there was no hysteria this time, no tears and very little fear. There was only cold determination in my chest, a seedling of hope trying to germinate in my soul.
The sight of the low-slung, cherry-red car only made it worse. I felt like I was a few beats away from a full-on heart attack.
I knew that I
