7
One day later…
It was nightfall when Jacqueline finally saw her limousine arrive. She had a one-way ticket to London. Her desire to kill Damien MacQueen hadn’t waned in the last twenty-four hours, but she had given up on achieving his bloody end for the present. She would need to devise a new way to lure him out of hiding. She stepped off the curb to flag down the limo.
The limo driver hopped out of his side of the limo and came over to open her door. He was a quiet, pleasant-looking man, but her eyes slid right over him. He was unimportant, after all.
She slipped into the darkness of the limo’s back seat with a heavy sigh of relief. She was safe, but she didn’t trust that psycho little hunter not to track her down. Her lust spell was still intact, and the damage was done. Thos
