Zeke's POV

After Ellen left, I wasted no time. I grabbed my phone and called the special operations team. “Stop the cab Kamille is in,” I ordered, my voice sharp.

“We see Ellen’s car as well. What about her?” The leader asked.

“Let the witch pass. Focus on Kamille,” I instructed, feeling the urgency in my veins.

I hurried to the nearest car and jumped into it. As I drove, the tension in my body increased. I knew Kamille would be resistant, but I had no choice. She needed to know the truth of what really happened.

When I arrived at the gate, my men had already stopped the cab....