Chapter 30 Shadows Of Blood

• The drive back from the chapel felt endless. Rain sheeted across the windshield, turning the city lights into a smear of gold and shadow. Jonas’s hands were tight on the wheel; Mateo’s voice crackled faintly over the radio, confirming they weren’t being followed.
• In the back seat, Antoine held Élise close. Her head rested against his chest, her breaths shallow, her pulse flickering like a candle in the wind.
• “Hold on, ma belle,” he murmured against her hair. “We’re almost home.”