Chapter 6

Third Person’s P.O.V

As soon as Miranda jumped out of the car, his brain refused to process the fact that it had actually happened. Bringing the car to a jolting halt some metres away, he moved out of the vehicle with nothing but bafflement washing over his features. He looked at her form, having stood of the ground with a determination he had never seen before.

This b-tch is f—king crazy! He thought silently, but he wasn’t going to let her get away with it that easily. To his chagrin, a car stopped by her side just as he had begun to make his way towards her and she didn’t even hesitate to slip into it. He picked up his pace, sprinting like he was in an Olympic race towards her, but he hadn’t been fast enough. Whoever was behind the wheel was resolute on driving away at the speed of light, albeit driving a ramp shackled looking pickup truck, and almost ran over him in the process.

Cursing loudly into the cool night air, he turned on his heels and took off for his car where he immedi