Agnes
Elijah whisked us down the street before the mob could follow us. I felt a wave of relief wash over me now that he was here, but I could still feel the angry eyes on me even after we turned the corner.
Up ahead, Elijah’s car was parked on the side of the street. “I was just leaving work,” he said, glancing at me as he quickly unlocked it and placed Thea in the back seat. “You’re lucky I saw you.”
My throat bobbed. “I’ve never had that happen before.”
“I know,” he said, buckling Thea in and then opening the passenger door for me. “But it happens sometimes when you’re a public figure.”
I nodded, climbing into the car. My heart was pounding, and the sound of Thea sniffling softly in the back seat—probably scared of the angry mob as well as heartbroken over having to
