Continued...
"Zachariah!" I huffed as he almost dragged me to the parking lot. "What's wrong?"
"We were being followed, Scarlett," He muttered grimly looking all around as the driver brought around the car. "We are in problem,"
Oh no...Oh no!
"Did you tell Elia?" I asked, the idea of his wrath made my hands and feet go cold. Oh damn! I was so screwed. Even if I get alive out of this situation, Elia will kill me nevertheless.
"I have dropped him a message," He answered, opening the door as the car arrived. "Go..go...get in!"
I nodded and quickly climbed inside. Zachariah climbed in the front and the car roared off. He looked so grim that I felt like crying. I have never seen him this worried and grim ever. It really has to be something very bad.
"A casa, veloce. Siamo seguiti.
