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

everything fell

was their tangled breathing,

feel his

left her spine prickling, cold sweat

at the nape of her neck, his touch light as a

hadn't even registered

up and peered out the

black sedan that had tried to run her

remained, idling

climbed out of the driver's seat, rubbing his

was built like a tank; he seemed

walked over. "Mr.

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

seat, brow still knit, and glanced at Elodie, his voice uncharacteristically grave. "It's not safe here, at least for now Would

still a jumble. She couldn't believe

was definitely coming for her. If it had

Jarrod hadn't shown up when he did, she'd

frowning, the tension

answer right away. Instead, he turned to Andrea.

a small

flexed his hand, pale eyes glinting, then

Goldcrest Bay.

been waiting

her gaze fixed on the distant road, each

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

It was

this

felt

pride. Stubbornness. After all