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.

just for a moment-he didn't show any sign

everything fell eerily

all that remained was their tangled breathing, the

could feel his

whirlwind of events left her spine prickling, cold sweat trickling

was still dazed and shaken, he gently brushed her hair at the nape of her neck, his touch light as a feather. "It's over. You're safe now. Sit up,

to reality, Elodie realized she hadn't even registered that

sat up and peered out

had tried to run her

the battered SUV remained, idling a short

the driver's seat, rubbing

tank;

walked over. "Mr. Silverstein,

voice-just the

uncharacteristically grave. "It's not safe here, at least for now Would you come

still a jumble. She couldn't believe something this brazen could happen

car was definitely coming for her. If it had hit

up when he did, she'd

frowning, the tension still coiled in her

right away. Instead,

small grin. "Nothing

glinting, then turned

Goldcrest Bay.

been waiting

fixed on the distant road, each passing second knotting the

Jarrod to meet her—but hadn't told him she was planning

It was

this

felt

pride. Stubbornness. After all