Chapter 85 The Mysterious Pursuer

• Unable to bear the sound of the whistling any longer, I finally mustered the courage to get up. I reached for the Glock I’d taken from the dashboard of Rafayel’s car, though I had never used one before. My hands trembled slightly as I gripped it, holding it as a means of self-defence. My instincts were screaming at me—Bianca and I had been followed, I was sure of it, ever since we passed through Poughkeepsie earlier that afternoon.
• “Leslie?” Bianca’s voice was groggy as she stirred awake. Her eyes widened when she saw me holding the Glock. “Why are you holding that?”
• “Stay calm,” I whispered softly, trying to keep my own voice steady. “I think something’s wrong. I need to check.”