âAre you okay?â
A figure walked through the dissipating remnants of gunpowder toward Sabrinaâs car. He then kicked
open the car door and popped his head into the vehicle to check if she was all right.
Sabrina stared at the man wordlessly.
Her mind blanked for several seconds as she took in his appearance. Finally, she nodded groggily at
the bespectacled man.
It was Solomon.
As Sabrina crawled out of the car, she stammered, âI-Iâm fine.â She looked disheveled, and her tone
had lost its usual impudence.
Solomon merely glanced at her coldly.
The city of Clear shared the same climate as Chanaea. Though they were approaching the cold
season, it was far from being the sort of weather that warranted thick winterwear.
Thus, Sabrina could not help but notice how out-of-place Sebastian seemed in his wool turtleneck and
black tweed trench coat.
More perplexing was the discovery that his appearance seemed much too immaculate for a person
who had purportedly gone through a gunfight.
Looking at the man standing before her with effortless elegance, Sabrina frowned in incomprehension.
âGood. Get into my car.â
Nonetheless, Solomon seemed unaffected by her gawking.
He had no desire to make small talk after confirming that Sabrina was okay. Immediately after,
Solomon turned and headed straight for his car, leaving a speechless Sabrina staring at his back.
She allowed herself one last glance at Solomon before turning to her car.
Sabrina was preparing to drag a trapped Isaac out of the car.
âMs. Hayes, let us deal with this. You may head to Mr. Georgeâs car.â
Solomonâs men approached her before she could re-enter her car, volunteering their services to save
Isaac on her behalf.
Well then. Sabrina spun on her heels and awkwardly trudged to Solomonâs black car.
The chilly night air reeked of gunpowder and blood.
All that disappeared the second Sabrina set foot in Solomonâs car. She reveled in the warm
temperature of the vehicle and the pleasant aroma of lemons, which did wonders in eliminating the
tension in her body.
Right then, she realized that this was the first time they were riding in the same car.
Solomon started his car wordlessly and drove in the direction of the city while Sabrina fidgeted
restlessly in the backseat.
She only lasted fifteen minutes before blurting impatiently, âHow did you know that I was in trouble? I
called you, but no one answered.â
âThen why did you come here?â came Solomonâs reply.
Heâs not answering my question.
Sabrina was taken aback by the curveball he had thrown and explained, âI received an anonymous text
telling me that you were here. When I came out of the airport earlier, the rental car driver told me that
Willow had sent him.â
âWillow?â Solomon scoffed and said, âWillow would never do such a thing.â
âWhy not?â
âShe had been with me the whole time. If she didnât even tell Nancy, why would she reach out to you?â
He threw this last bit out sarcastically.
Sabrina was dumbfounded.
If it wasnât Willow, then who was it? Who else knew that Solomon was here? Why would they purposely
leak the information to me? Was this all an elaborate front to get me killed? Oh God, if Solomon didnât
get here in time, I might be dead right now.
It was a sobering and chilling realization.
Cold sweat formed on her back as her fear soon morphed into anger.
âWho did this? Who the hellâs trying to kill me?â
Solomon frowned at the sight of her outburst. Something akin to displeasure flitted through his eyes.
I donât like women like her at all; theyâre too naive. But what else can I do when she keeps landing
herself in trouble? I have no choice but to put up with it, even if doing so is bad news for my lifespan.
âWho did you meet in Yaleview?â
âWhat?â Sabrinaâs eyes widened in fury at his seemingly-innocent question.
How does he know that I was in Yaleview?
An uneasy feeling crawled up her chest as she stared at the back of Solomonâs head.
âHave you been keeping tabs on me?â
âWhy is it surprising? That Mr. Sheerwood of yours has been feeding me information to butter me up,â
Solomon said somewhat derisively.
Sabrina was practically choking on her anger right then.
Isaac Sherwood? That annoying wimp! Ugh!
âThat *sshole! If he knew where you were, why didnât he tell me? Why did he let me go on a wild goose
chase? I went from Jetroina all the way to Yaleview!â
âI didnât tell him where I was. Listen carefully. I said heâs been feeding me information, not the other
way around,â Solomon added patronizingly.