Under the Veil I Rule (Amara) novel Chapter 441

Elysia recalled Dorian mentioning that Finnian was an exceptional driver, so she didn't protest, simply slipping into the passenger seat and letting him take the wheel.

As they sped away, Elysia continued her explanation. “I had someone track Amara’s phone. The signal led to a forest on the outskirts of the city. I took our security detail to check it out, but there was nothing there except for some barren land and a single, abandoned warehouse.”

“Inside,” she went on, “we found a chair with frayed ropes scattered on the floor next to it—the kind used for tying someone up. I think that's where they held her. She must have secretly made that call while she was still tied to the chair.”

At the memory, Elysia’s hands clenched into tight fists, and her voice trembled with a mixture of rage and fear.

“But the warehouse was empty. We checked a nearby alleyway and the main road, but both were deserted. My guess is Amara managed to get free and made a run for the forest. We have to go search for her there.”

Finnian simply nodded, and after getting the precise location, he floored it.

The car surged forward, practically flying down the road. Elysia was certain they were breaking every speed limit, but with Amara’s life on the line, she couldn’t bring herself to care—as long as he didn’t hit anyone. True to Dorian’s word, Finnian’s skill was phenomenal. He weaved through the city traffic with a surgeon’s precision, never even coming close to another car, and soon they were leaving the city lights behind.

With Amara gone and everyone’s emotions running high, the fragile truce between the two men shattered. The air crackled with a tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Thankfully, Elysia kept a level head. She tugged on Keith’s arm, her voice a low, urgent hiss. “We need all the help we can get. Finding Amara is the only thing that matters right now. Don’t do anything stupid.”

Of course, Elysia harbored a deep resentment for Finnian, blaming him for the way he had neglected Amara for three long years. But strangely, as she stood there, she had to admit a confusing truth: when she realized Amara was in danger, the first person she had thought to call wasn’t Keith. It was him.