An ominous feeling washed over Thessaly, Zarelle had lost her mind, completely snapped, gone over the edge.
This wasn’t the meek, docile woman she remembered.
Panicking, she fumbled for her phone with shaking hands, attempting to make a call, but Zarelle showed no mercy.
She stomped on the accelerator, causing her car to collide forcefully with Thessaly’s vehicle from behind.
The collision produced a jarring sound, accompanied by the piercing wail of twisted metal and shattering glass.
The once elegant sapphire blue car now lay on its side, a victim of the crash, and the scent of gasoline permeated the air, sharp and dangerous.
Zarelle admired her handiwork, a satisfied smile gracing her lips like an artist viewing her masterpiece.
She parked her car with precision,
