Amara's heart was pounding in her chest as she sat motionless in the passenger seat. Finnian quickly got out of the car and gently helped her out.
They stood by the smoking hood of the car, staring at the wreckage in disbelief. Amara's eyes were wide with shock, while Finnian's face was etched with concern.
"The driver fled the scene," Dorian said, shaking his head. "There's something off about this."
"What do you mean, off?" Amara asked, her voice trembling slightly.
"I saw a car speeding towards us in the rearview mirror," Dorian explained. "I tried to swerve, but it seemed like it was aiming right for us. It didn't feel accidental—it seemed deliberate."
If it had been a typical rear-end collision, both cars would have stopped right there. But the other car hit them with such force that it sent their vehicle flying, and then it sped off. That kind of precision suggested intent.
Amara understood the implications. She clutched her wildly beating heart, her vision blurry with anxiety, and muttered through gritted teeth, "Elowen, it must be her!"
Elowen was a brainless fool, and after being cooped up at home by Larry Sullivan these past few days, she must be seething with anger. This was her way of getting back at Amara.
"It could be Elowen, or it could be one of my old enemies," Finnian said, trying to reassure her. "Don't worry, I'll get to the bottom of this."
Amara nodded, then asked, "So what do we do now? Should we call someone to pick us up?"
"Yeah, I'll call Will to come get us. Meanwhile, I'll check the car to make sure it's safe. If there's no risk of explosion, we'll wait in the backseat."
It was early winter, and there was a chill in the air. Finnian popped open the hood to inspect the car. Once he was sure there was no immediate danger, he and Amara settled into the backseat.
Amara couldn't help but find it almost comical. They had set out to find Elysia and Dorian, only to end up in trouble themselves.
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