How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

"Why?"

"I'm sorry to inform you, sir-there's been an incident ahead. The area's in chaos, organized terrorist unrest. And it's also a designated war zone."

Jarrod's dark eyes narrowed instantly, a deep furrow cutting across his brow. "How bad is it?"

"It's serious, sir. There's real danger. My advice is to stop here." The bodyguard glanced at the GPS. "We're less than two kilometers out, and the whole sector's being locked down."

Even as he finished speaking, Jarrod heard an explosion rumble in the distance. The shockwave rattled his eardrums.

A lockdown.

Which meant there was a good chance they'd be trapped, at least for a while.

His chest tightened, his expression turning grim. "Hold on."

He quickly dialed Elodie's number again.

Still no answer.

This kind of uncertainty was something he couldn't risk, not even a little.

If Elodie was still in that area, the danger was extreme. There was a very real possibility that—

Jarrod's lips pressed into a hard, bloodless line. He wasted no time and immediately called the embassy.

He needed someone with authority to step in.

He had to do everything possible to keep Elodie safe.

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