The car was too quiet.
Emily sat in the backseat of Dr. Vane’s black sedan, her hands clenched in her lap. Outside the tinted windows, the Swiss Alps were a blur of moonlit snow and shadow. The castle—and everything she loved inside it—was miles behind her now.
She should have felt relief. The static in her head had quieted to a dull hum, no longer the screaming agony it had been in the castle. The drugs Vane had given her were working, or maybe it was just the distance from Ethan’s overwhelming magic.
But she didn't feel free. She felt... hunted.
"You are tense, Emily," Dr. Vane said from the driver’s seat. His eyes met hers in the rearview mirror. They were dark, unreadable pools in the dim light of the dashboard.
"I left my son," Emily whispered. "I left my husband."
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