Ella's POV:
Stupid alpha. He thinks I don't notice him following me? Let him. Let him watch.
I settle back in the cab, crossing my legs and pretending not to care that his car is practically glued to the one I'm in. If he's so determined to trail me like a lovesick puppy, fine. What's better revenge than feeding him his own damn medicine?
Let him simmer in his possessive rage. Let him see exactly how it feels to be on the other side—jealous, paranoid, powerless.
I catch a glimpse of his car in the side mirror, his headlights glaring like the eyes of a predator stalking its prey. Good. Let him stew in his frustrations.
The cab driver glances at me again, sneaking another look through the mirror. I roll my eyes. What is it with men tonight? But it's perfect, really. Kane's probably already fuming, ready to rip this poor guy apart just for existing.
Let him.