The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 327

Nathalie had already left the Adams Estate. The car moved slowly through the night, darkness pressed against the windows, streetlights sending dull yellow streaks across the windshield. Inside, the light came and went, catching the set of her empty face. Both hands clung to the steering wheel, her eyes fixed straight ahead.

The “surprise” was obviously Felice.

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After leaving the bedroom, Nathalie had gone straight to find Madonna. She’d done everything she needed to do. The rest was in Madonna’s hands now. She figured Madonna had already talked to Felice. And Felice definitely wouldn’t back out. Wasn’t this what she’d been flirting toward all along, reeling Lance in, little by little, just for tonight?

Nathalie pressed her lips together as a strange emptiness spread through her chest.

How much time had passed?

Half an hour… Maybe a little more.

The drug was Madonna’s responsibility. It had to be strong. Half an hour should be more than enough for it to work,

She grabbed the water bottle next to her and took a sip, forcing herself to

calm down.

Suddenly, headlights flashed in her rearview mirror. A car flew past her, then screeched to an abrupt stop, cutting her off up ahead. Nathalie slammed on the brakes, heart thudding painfully in her chest.

Had the plan failed?

Before her mind could catch up, two other cars shot up from behind, boxing her in from both sides, leaving her nowhere to go. She realized, almost at the same time, that the road around her was empty now. Somehow, all the other cars had vanished, leaving her stranded and

alone.

Nathalie sat frozen, a cold, creeping fear working its way up from her feet, wrapping her in a chill that made her shudder.

A third car pulled in behind her. She heard a car door slam shut, loud in the silence. Her eyelashes fluttered. She glanced at the rearview mirror. When she caught sight of the man’s left arm–blood running down in a twisting, red line–her heart seemed to stop.

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The headlights behind him made his face look almost unreal, shrouded in dim light. The shadows danced across his features, giving him the look of some beautiful, ruthless demon. His face flickered in and out of view, and his eyes burned cold.

Nathalie felt ice run through her veins.

t really… had failed.

How could this have happened? Felice wouldn’t have made a sound. She even used her usual perfume. The drug should have worked. Lance

shouldn’t have guessed anything.

‘Nathalie, get out.”

Lost in her thoughts, she hadn’t even seen him approach. Now Lance stood right beside her car, his voice deep and muffled through the glass.

A flicker of fear crawled up her spine.

She turned to look. Half his white shirt was soaked in blood, and even his

cheek had been slashed with red. The stain along his arm was the darkest, the blood pooling and spreading, turning nearly black in the night. The sight was more horrifying than she expected.

His handsome face stayed unreadable, but his eyes were full of something sharp and wild, a mix of pain and anger aimed straight at her.

“Nathalie.”

Chapter 327

His voice was heavier now, her name falling like a stone between them.

She felt her pulse racing. She closed her eyes for a second, then reached for the door and stepped out onto the empty road.

A cool breeze brushed past, sweeping the scent of blood toward her.

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