Estelle's POV
I was sitting in the car, half-asleep. That earlier fiasco had drained almost all my energy. The lingering weakness from the broken bond still washed over me in slow, relentless waves.
My wolf had curled up into a tight ball and drifted off.
Amelia was still watching.
Ten minutes later, her expression gradually shifted into something close to horror. "…No way. If we keep following them, I'm going to start wondering if someone's trying to kill us."
She swallowed hard. "Although—then again, I doubt a hitman would drive a Bentley, right?"
I was too drowsy to respond and said nothing.
The next second, she shook me awake in a panic. "Estelle! Wake up!"
I blinked open my eyes. "Are we there?"
No sooner had I spoken than I noticed a familiar car in the rearview mirror.
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