9 Departure
While Cédric's car, a powerful silver Range Rover Sport, raced across the street toward the city, Alice became more and more nervous. Not because of Tom, she would have thought about him when the big knot in her stomach had melted and her emotions had not been an intricate tangle. She only thought about Gina, who sat almost motionless, while her heartbeat was fading by the minute.
How did she get into that mess? Was it possible that her obsession with vampires had become so maniacal to make her such an easy, palatable prey? What if she had chosen it instead?
She shuddered and shook her head. No, it wasn't plausible.
“Are you cold?” Cédric asked, seeing her trembling. “I can turn the heat up or give you my jacket.”
“No need, but thank you. I got chills because I was refl
