"Yeah," Eliana quips, leaning her head against the glass tiredly. "I got her. I'm fine."
Elijah's voice comes in through the receiver and close my eyes, listening in on their conversation. There's not much else I can do. I can't move, and it's a small mercy that I keep drifting in and out of what feels like a coma. I can at least take note of the landmarks.
I can't hear a sound from my phone that sits in my pocket still. What if Ray's hung up? My location is turned on, so I'm not worried that I won't be found. It's a matter of when, because we've been on the road for hours.
"I told you I would handle it," Elijah chides, and I hear the worry in his voice. "This is no child's play, Ellie."
"So you have said for weeks and you did nothing. You don't want me marrying Sinclair, and that's wh
