Ellen
The world outside speeds past in a blur of snow and the open road, my heart pounding as Christian accelerates out of Las Jegash. My pulse is racing along with the engine’s hum, but it’s not the thrill of escape that has my pulse pounding—it’s the nagging thought that maybe we are making a mistake.
“Christian,” I say, gripping the door handle to steady myself as he takes a curve at an alarming speed. “We need to talk.”
“About what?” He glances at me, his jaw clenched, his knuckles white on the wheel.
“About us. And Claire.” The words taste bitter in my mouth. Claire isn’t my favorite person right now, and talking about her isn’t easy since I’ve had about a million nightmares with her being the star in them. “We can’t just run away from her forever.”
“Ellen, we have been over this
