Peter's POV
I watched the black car disappear down the driveway. My blood was boiling. Caroline had actually left.
She climbed into that fancy vehicle with her new guard and drove off like I meant nothing. I stood there on the front steps, fists clenched so tight my knuckles turned white.
Cerene was still clinging to my arm, breathing dramatically. “Peter… my inhaler. Please. I feel like I’m going to pass out.”
I barely heard her at first. My mind was on Caroline. *She’s going after that doctor. Alex. That’s where she’s headed. Lunch date my ass. She’s running to him after everything.*
“Peter?” Cerene whined again, tugging on my sleeve. Her face was flushed, eyes wide with fake panic.
I finally turned to her. “Alright. Come on.” I led her back inside the house, my steps felt heavy.
