Bailee’s POV
We walk back out of the building, me clinging to my father who holds me tightly to his side, guiding me, his strength keeping me upright as my legs still feel like jelly.
Stepping out into the sunlight, we step down the first step just as a black SUV slides to a stop in front of us.
Caden strides toward it, pulling open the passenger door and sliding into the seat as my father opens the rear door and helps me inside.
‘Did they pick up my car?’ Caden is asking the driver as I numbly grab my seatbelt and tug it around me, fumbling with the clip for a minute before my dad calmly takes it from me and secures it.
‘Yeah, got an Elite to come with me, he’s already back at the pack house, if you’re lucky, they might even wash it for you’ a familiar deep voice replies scornfully.
