How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

He'd tried to get in touch with Esmeralda along the way.

There was one call that actually went through.

From patchy updates, he learned Elodie wasn't with Esmeralda—she'd somehow become separated. Worse, he hadn't even managed to contact anyone else from Elodie's group.

None of this boded well.

The uncertainty left Jarrod on edge, every nerve stretched taut.

Ahead, the sky glowed with the flicker of fire.

The security team he'd hired was already fanning out, searching for her.

Elodie, with her striking Asian features and undeniable beauty, would surely stand out in any crowd-easy to spot, but that also made her a target.

Jarrod's expression was grim. This was supposed to be a safe zone, but chaos had erupted out of nowhere. No one could have predicted this.

Careful to avoid the broken rubble underfoot, he strode forward, eyes flicking constantly to his phone for updates.

There were countless places around the world plagued by hardship. Jarrod didn't have time to worry about strangers' struggles-right now, all he cared about was finding Elodie, and fast.

She'd always been frail, unable to withstand hardship or exposure. The thought of her out there, vulnerable, was unbearable.

Bang!

A shot rang out behind him, whistling dangerously close.

His bodyguard reacted instantly, grabbing Jarrod and pulling him into cover at lightning speed.

Jarrod scowled, ducking low into the shadows.

He peered out, scanning the distance.

flanking a center car. Whoever had fired that

bodyguard said in a tense whisper. "Specifically, they seem to be looking for someone

chill

who they are?" he asked

far too many gray-area contacts—leaned against the wall, peering

narrowed at

How could he not

he'd had every generation of the Fielding family investigated, leaving

on

that Sylvie and her daughter had once been connected to

brief involvement with the

son.

nowhere, the Quinns had shown

light flickered in Jarrod's

guess anymore-too many things lined

of that, someone had

could it be, here

was nearly impossible. Worse still, he had no

Head

the other side, regrouping was the

wasn't leaving.

Quinn family involved, getting out wouldn't

trapped here for some

Jarrod

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