Evelyn,
"The driver has been caught, Evelyn. What should we do?"
Nolan’s voice cut through the phone, but my attention was elsewhere. I stood near the hospital window, staring down at the city below, the flickering streetlights making the world look almost peaceful. But there was nothing peaceful about tonight.
Because behind me, in that hospital bed, lay Draven. Alive. Again.
My fingers tightened around the phone, knuckles turning white. How many times was he going to survive? How many times was I going to have to plan his death?
I inhaled sharply before responding, my voice cold. "Kill that driver before the cops find out. We can’t afford another mistake."
Draven had to die. It was that simple. Once he was gone, Ethan would take his rightful place as the Montgomery heir.
