The car tore down the road, barely slowing even as it careened around sharp bends.
Citrine’s face darkened, a flicker of anger passing through her eyes.
Darius Archer really wasn’t leaving them a way out—he’d cornered them completely.
She frowned, but her voice was steady as she said, “Someone tampered with the brakes and the gas pedal.”
Sebastian’s expression shifted, but only slightly—he kept his composure.
Citrine was too focused on the road ahead to notice the change in his face.
“Sebastian, do you regret it?” She hesitated before finally saying it out loud.
Of course, she figured he must. If he hadn’t gotten mixed up in this, he wouldn’t have found himself in so much trouble—certainly not running for his life.
Sebastian just stared at her, momentarily thrown. “What?”
He was about to ask what she meant when her cool voice cut through the tense silence.
“They’re after me, not you. They won’t do anything to you. In a moment, I want you to jump out of the car.”
Sebastian stared at her, finally understanding what she was getting at.
Citrine gripped the steering wheel tighter, still calm as she continued, “There’s a curve ahead. Once we’re around it, jump and hide in the oil field over there.”
She looked completely composed, convinced this was the most rational choice. She didn’t see how dark Sebastian’s expression had grown.
When he didn’t answer, Citrine frowned and raised her voice. “Are you even listening?”
“Yeah.” His voice was low, as if he was holding something back.
Citrine didn’t notice the tension in his tone. She went on, “When I count down, three, two, one—you jump.”
“I don’t regret it.” Sebastian cut her off before she could finish.
His eyes were earnest as he repeated, “I’ve never regretted coming to your side. Not for a single second.”
Citrine blinked, only then realizing what he meant. She was caught off guard, and for a moment, something inside her seemed to tremble.
Still, she kept her composure, holding on to her rationality.
“We’ve gone too far. Even if Vester and the Vanguard send help, it’ll take time. If you stay here, you’ll die with me. Jumping is the smart thing to do.”
She stared straight ahead, her expression grave.
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