Zeke's POV
After Ellen left, I wasted no time. I grabbed my phone and called the special operations team. “Stop the cab Kamille is in,” I ordered, my voice sharp.
“We see Ellen’s car as well. What about her?” The leader asked.
“Let the witch pass. Focus on Kamille,” I instructed, feeling the urgency in my veins.
I hurried to the nearest car and jumped into it. As I drove, the tension in my body increased. I knew Kamille would be resistant, but I had no choice. She needed to know the truth of what really happened.
When I arrived at the gate, my men had already stopped the cab. Kamille was still seated inside the cab, but her expression was a mix of anger and fear. The driver looked confused, his hands raised in a gesture of compliance.
“What the hell is this, Zeke?” Kamille shouted a
