Chapter 802

Rosalind's heart pounded against her ribs.

Was Julian truly going to capture her tonight?

Tires screeched as a taxi swerved to the curb beside Rosalind and Lillian. The driver's window rolled down, revealing piercing eyes beneath a black cap. "Get in. Now."

Hope flared in Rosalind's chest. She yanked open the rear door. "Lillian, hurry!"

As Lillian scrambled inside, Rosalind dove into the front passenger seat.

"Go!"

The taxi lurched forward just as Julian's polished dress shoes hit the pavement.

"Stop that car!" Julian's roar faded behind them as the taxi merged into traffic.

Fury twisted Julian's aristocratic features. He snatched the keys from his bodyguard. "Find out who that driver is. I want his license revoked by morning!"

His Ferrari purred to life. Tonight, he'd reclaim what was his.

Inside the taxi, Rosalind turned to thank her rescuer—then froze.

The scar cutting through his stubble was unmistakable. Everett Sinclair.

Dressed entirely in black with a mask covering his lower face, only those intense gray eyes were visible. Eyes that haunted her dreams.

A horn blared.

Lillian gasped. "He's gaining on us!"

Rosalind's stomach dropped as the Ferrari's headlights filled the rearview mirror. Julian was relentless.

"Can you lose him?" Rosalind gripped the dashboard.

Everett's gloved hands tightened on the wheel. Without a word, he floored the accelerator.

Julian's manic laughter carried through his open window. "Pull over! That woman belongs to me!"

Rosalind's nails bit into her palms. "Don't listen to him! I'll triple your fare!"

Everett's response was a sharp turn that sent the taxi careening onto a side street. Tires screamed as Julian rammed their bumper.

The impact threw Rosalind sideways. Her cheek pressed against Everett's thigh, heat radiating through the fabric.

Another collision sent her sliding lower. Her face brushed against something hard and searing beneath his waistband.

The taxi spun, sparks flying as metal scraped concrete.

Somewhere in the chaos, Everett's hand clamped around her wrist—not to push her away, but to anchor her against the storm.