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.

but just for a moment-he didn't show

everything fell

all that remained was their tangled

feel his heartbeat,

of events left her spine prickling,

gently brushed her hair at the nape of

hadn't even registered that

sat up and peered

sedan that had tried to

battered SUV remained, idling a short

climbed out of the driver's seat, rubbing

a tank; he seemed

over. "Mr.

voice-just the calm steadiness of someone

at Elodie, his voice uncharacteristically grave. "It's not safe

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

it-the car was definitely coming for her.

when he did, she'd

she asked, frowning, the tension

answer right away. Instead, he

managed a small grin.

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

Goldcrest Bay.

been waiting

on the distant road, each passing second knotting the

her—but hadn't told him she

It was

this

felt

pride. Stubbornness. After all