Elara was even more confused by Seraphina's frantic instructions.
"Seraphina, I don't understand what you're talking about..."
"Elara, I can't explain over the phone. I'll tell you everything when we meet."
Seraphina hung up and hurried out through the main entrance to hail a cab.
But as she reached the parking lot, she spotted Pierce standing nearby.
He was frowning, holding his phone to his ear, clearly agitated.
At the exact same moment, though her phone didn't ring, a blocked-call notification popped up on her screen.
Pierce had obviously failed to get through and was aggressively redialing.
He really was waiting to ambush her.
Luckily, an ambulance pulled into the driveway, its sirens blaring. A swarm of medical staff rushed out, joined by paramedics and panicked family members pouring out of the vehicle. In the chaos of the twenty-odd people, Seraphina used the ambulance as a shield, slipped past the parking lot, and sprinted toward the main road where she jumped into a waiting taxi.
"Southpoint Crossing, please. Step on it."
The driver didn't move. He just pointed out the windshield.
Pierce had spotted her.
He stood dead center in front of the taxi, his face dark, radiating a terrifying, icy fury.
Seraphina averted her eyes. "Drive. I don't know him."
"Uh, right."
The driver had barely tapped the gas when Pierce vaulted onto the hood, landing squarely in front of the windshield.
The driver slammed on the brakes, breaking into a cold sweat.
The violent jolt threw Seraphina forward, her head slamming hard into the back of the front seat.
It didn't hurt much, but a sickening wave of dizziness and nausea washed over her.
Pierce walked over and rapped his knuckles against her window. "Get out."
Fighting the urge to gag, Seraphina told the driver, "Keep driving."


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