Chapter 117

• Lily’s POV
• A bone-chilling cold suddenly washed over the pain in my body. Summoning every last bit of willpower, I struggled to reach into the inside pocket of the suit jacket with my left hand. That tiny, icy-cold tracker was just within reach. Using all my strength, I slammed my finger down hard, again and again. Emergency. Crash. Tracking. I could almost hear the shrill alarm blaring on Ethan’s end right now.
• At the same time, my right hand trembled as it fumbled for the phone in my pants pocket. The screen was shattered, but it still lit up. I unlocked it, my fingers shaking as they slid toward Ethan’s emergency call button.