I drove down the long, winding driveway toward the main gates.

As we approached, I saw the headlights of another car parked just outside.

It was a silver sedan.

Through the rain-streaked window, I saw Sienna Cole sitting in the driver’s seat.

Her face was pale, lit by the glow of her dashboard.

She looked desperate, her phone pressed tightly to her ear.

She didn’t look at my car as the security gates slowly swung open to let me out.

I pressed the accelerator and turned onto the main road, leaving the Harrow estate behind us.

The tires splashed through deep puddles, the water spraying high into the air.

We were free.

At least for tonight.

I drove for ten minutes in silence, making sure no headlights appeared behind us.

The red taillights of the cars ahead were blurred by the storm.

Once we reached the highway, I tapped the screen on my dashboard.

I called Naomi Pierce.

She answered on the first ring.

“Amelia,” Naomi said. “Are you out?”

“Yes,” I said, my voice shaking with delayed adrenaline. “I have Lily. We’re on the highway.”