The sunlight rippling over the river shimmered across the man’s body, blurring the line between illusion and reality.
But the deafening whir of the helicopter blades snapped Anatheat of her daze.
It was Gregory.
Even from this distance, she could still feel the overwhelming pressure he projected.
He’d come all the way from Syntherra just to drag her back.
Anathea frowned. The car had already made it halfway across the bridge, but suddenly she felt the wild urge to turn around.
However, there was no turning around on the bridge.
Sitting in the car, she felt like she was driving straight into a prison Gregory had set in advance. There was no exit.
Hannah hadn’t noticed the change in Anathea’s expression, but a knot of unease was starting to form in her own gut.
Sure enough, as soon as they crossed the bridge, they found several cars completely blocking the road. And to keep them from ramming through again like before, metal spike strips had been laid out across the ground.
Hannah slammed on the brakes. The sudden stop sent her lurching forward. Her bangs fell into her eyes. When she brushed them aside, she saw two figures standing ahead.
One was Gregory, his expression dark and brooding, and the other was Dominic.
He looked relaxed, almost amused, like someone casually watching a show. But when he noticed Hannah behind the wheel, he narrowed his eyes.
Hannah’s heart leapt into her throat.
She instinctively wanted Chloe to hide, but before she could say a word, Chloe unbuckled her car seat and leaned forward, puzzled. “Mommy, why did you suddenly stop the car?”
When her question went unanswered, Chloe followed Hannah’s line of sight and caught sight of the two tall, handsome men outside.
One kept a steady expression, while the other’s face changed the moment his eyes met hers.
Gregory marched toward them in long, purposeful strides.
Anathea hurried to roll the window up, but he was faster. He caught the edge of the glass with his hand and held it down firmly.
She noticed the scabs on the back of his hand. Four of his knuckles were covered in fine scars.
Instantly, the memory of that day flashed in her mind. Gregory had rushed over that day, smashing the car window with his bare hands to save her.
She paused for a moment, then slowly released the button.
Gregory smoothly slipped his hand in through the window, unlocked the door in one motion, and pulled it open.
His voice was tight, simmering with fury he could barely contain. “Get out.”
Anathea bit her lip and didn’t move.
She knew that if she got out now, she would never get another chance to escape.
But Gregory didn’t wait for her to decide. He bent down, wrapped an arm around her waist and the other beneath her knees, and lifted her clean off the seat.
“Gregory! Put me down!”
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Anathea struggled in his grip. She tried to knee him in the stomach then remembered he had a knife wound there. She wanted to punch his chest, but a steel rod had nearly gone through him.
She couldn’t bring herself to hit him where it would hurt.
Gregory set her in the back of the Rolls–Royce.
She tried to sit up, but his hand pressed her back down, firm and relenting.
His chest rose and fell with deep, heavy breaths. The moment he’d heard from Howard that she’d tried to ram her car through them, his chest tightened.
She actually dared to go that far.
What if they hadn’t moved in time? He couldn’t even let himself imagine the consequences.
She wasn’t gambling with her own life. She was gambling with his
As Gregory stared down at her, his eyes burned red at the edges. His voice trembled with barely contained rage as he demanded, “Anathea, what the hell do you want?”
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