Hailey's POV
The world felt unreal on the drive back. A few minutes ago, I was almost dead, I had cried and had no hope left inside me and now, everywhere was too quiet like nothing happened. Is that how people die??
Brandson had wrapped his jacket around my shoulders the moment we stepped outside the warehouse. It was too big, heavy with the scent of his cologne and gunpowder. My fingers clutched the fabric like it was the only solid thing left. I was too frightened to even talk.
Kingsley drove, he drove too fast. I knew he was really angry with my decision but right now, I don't care what he thinks or how he feels.
His hands were steady on the wheel, but I saw the way his eyes kept flicking to the rearview mirror to look at me.
He was checking up on me at intervals, try
