“Are you okay?”

A figure walked through the dissipating remnants of gunpowder toward Sabrina’s car. He then kicked open the car door and popped his head into the vehicle to check if she was all right.

Sabrina stared at the man wordlessly.

Her mind blanked for several seconds as she took in his appearance. Finally, she nodded groggily at the bespectacled man.

It was Solomon.

As Sabrina crawled out of the car, she stammered, “I-I’m fine.” She looked disheveled, and her tone had lost its usual impudence.

Solomon merely glanced at her coldly.

The city of Clear shared the same climate as Chanaea. Though they were approaching the cold season, it was far from being the sort of weather that warranted thick winterwear.

Thus, Sabrina could not help but notice how out-of-place Sebastian seemed in his wool turtleneck and black tweed trench coat.

More perplexing was the discovery that his appearance seemed much too immaculate for a person who had purportedly gone through a gunfight.

Looking at the man standing before her with effortless elegance, Sabrina frowned in incomprehension.

“Good. Get into my car.”

unaffected

had no desire to make small talk after confirming that Sabrina was okay. Immediately after, Solomon turned and

last glance at Solomon before turning

to drag a

Hayes, let us deal with this. You may head to Mr.

re-enter her car, volunteering

 Sabrina spun on her heels and awkwardly trudged to Solomon’s black

chilly night air reeked of gunpowder

reveled in the warm temperature of

realized that this was the first time they were riding in the same

wordlessly and drove in the direction of the city while

did you know that I was

why did you come here?” came

answering my

anonymous text telling me that you were here. When I

said, “Willow

“Why not?”

me the whole time. If she didn’t even tell Nancy, why would she reach out to you?”

Sabrina was dumbfounded.

wasn’t Willow, then who was it? Who else knew that Solomon was here? Why would they purposely leak the information to me? Was this all an elaborate front to get me killed? Oh God, if Solomon didn’t get here

was a sobering

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