How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 588

For a split second, Elodie's mind just... froze. A deafening roar filled her ears, as if her blood had turned to ice, locking her limbs in place, rooting her to the ground.

She couldn't even make out the car hurtling toward her-her whole world was washed out in blinding white.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Suddenly, an armored SUV swerved out of nowhere from her left, spinning around and ramming head-on into the oncoming car.

Crash!

With a bone-jarring impact, the car racing toward her was shoved several yards away.

The night wind whipped up, sending her hair flying.

Another screech of brakes tore through the chaos.

Before Elodie could process what had happened, someone rushed up from behind, scooping her up and shielding her in an unbreakable embrace. The familiar, crisp scent of pine filled her senses as she was carried into another car.

She looked up and met Jarrod's deep, stormy eyes.

For a rare moment, his expression wasn't unreadable; the cold mask slipped away when he saw her looking at him.

"Don't look outside," Jarrod murmured, his arms never loosening around her waist. His gaze flicked out the window before he leaned down, a broad hand cupping the back of her head, tucking her completely against his chest. Pressed tightly to him, Elodie could see nothing but darkness and the rise and fall of his breath.

The car jolted suddenly.

It felt like they'd been hit again.

The force of it made her heart lurch.

Jarrod's arm, still braced around her shoulders, slammed hard against the dashboard.

dimness, his brow furrowed, but just for a moment-he didn't show

fell

the cramped car, all that remained was their tangled breathing, the

feel his

of events left her spine prickling, cold sweat trickling down

shaken, he gently brushed her hair at the nape of her neck, his touch light as a feather. "It's over. You're safe

she hadn't even registered that she was

up and peered out

tried to

the battered SUV remained,

the driver's seat,

the SUV was built like a tank; he seemed none

walked over. "Mr. Silverstein, everything's

a hint of panic in his voice-just the calm steadiness of someone well-trained

brow still knit, and glanced at Elodie, his voice uncharacteristically grave.

jumble. She couldn't believe something this brazen could happen here, of

car was definitely coming for her. If it had

Jarrod hadn't shown up when he did,

frowning, the tension still coiled in her

right away. Instead, he

managed a small grin. "Nothing

hand, pale eyes glinting, then turned to Elodie. "We're going to meet

Goldcrest Bay.

waiting for nearly

the distant road, each passing second knotting the

Jarrod to meet her—but hadn't told him

It was

this

felt

pride. Stubbornness. After all