Elodie's POV~
The pharmacy was too far away to run to. The streets were empty, not a single car, not a single person who might help.
And then I smelled Blood. Heavy and metallic, filling the small space between us.
He was hurt.
Something in my chest loosened just slightly. Injured meant he was vulnerable. Meant maybe I had a chance if I stayed calm.
I turned the key and started the engine. My voice came out steadier than I felt. "Where do you need to go?"
"Straight ahead. To Santa Pier." His breathing was shallow now. "I'll tell you when to turn."
"I know the way."
I did. I'd been there before, back when things were different.
I pushed the memory down and focused on the road.
The rain kept hammering against the windshield. The gun stayed pointed at me, unwavering. And the silence
