Kestrel's POV
I keep glancing back through the rear window of the SUV, my heart hammering against my ribs like a caged bird. Every shadow on the mountain road looks like it could be my father's men with every curve that could hide an ambush. I'm convinced we'll be followed, that Malik's forces will pop out from nowhere and destroy this car in a blink but none of that happens.
I'm hyperventilating badly, smelling like smoke and ash, ruining the sweet cologne that filled the car's interior. I feel like I'm contaminating this perfect space with my chaos.
I finally have a proper look at my rescuer, and oh boy, he is fine. His ginger hair catches the dashboard lights, styled in a way that looks effortlessly perfect but probably takes serious maintenance. His jawline is sharp enough to cut g
