Eliza's POV
The cold night air nipped at my skin as I sat huddled in the corner of the car, Cavin's protective arm around me. My entire body trembled, not just from the cold, but from the residual terror that clung to me. My wrists were sore from the ropes, and the fear of what could have happened still lingered like a shadow.
"We're safe now," Cavin murmured, his voice low and soothing.
I nodded against his shoulder, though the knot of dread in my stomach refused to ease. Safe didn't feel like the right word, not after everything I'd just been through.
The headlights of a vehicle in the distance caught my eye, and my heart rate spiked. I clutched Cavin's arm tighter, panic surging through me.
"What's wrong?" he asked his sharp gaze following mine.
"I saw lights," I whispered, my voice shaky.
Nathan, sitting in the driver's seat, turned to glance at me. "Relax, Eliza. It's the police. They're here to help."