Caught

Elira’s POV

Old cars were the worst, but then….what choice did I have but to make so with what I had?

The silly car rumbled to a stop a few hundred feet from the perimeter of my mansion. I stayed hidden behind the huge oak trees surrounding the compound, hoping I didn't get caught. 

The mansion looked the same as always. Nothing seemed to have changed. Dark and peaceful as usual. At least it looked it. 

What I mean is, nothing felt outwardly off, which in my line of work, usually meant everything was wrong.

I needed to move fast. My side ached, my clothes were filthy, and my...