Ellen's POV

I stared at the taxi as Kamille drove off in it. I felt disgust twisting in my gut. I was not expecting to see her opening the door, but I'm glad I did. That would further destabilize her. I could feel Zeke’s eyes on me, burning with anger and frustration.

“Get lost from my sight,” Zeke spat, his voice laced with venom.

I didn't flinch. Instead, I gave him a cold, calculated smile. “I was about to leave anyway.”

Turning on my heel, I walked to my car, my heart beating with a blend of rage and satisfaction. As I settled into the back seat, my driver started...