Faye kept following the limo wherever they were taking Malo. Bestie was in that car, and she was going to follow and rescue him no matter what. Her palms were sweating against the leather steering wheel as she leaned forward, her eyes wide and locked entirely onto the shiny black rear bumper of the long car ahead.
She didn't even think about the danger or whoever was inside that car. She would do whatever it took to save Malo.
Then the limo stopped.
Faye stopped too. She slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching softly as she pulled over to the side of the road, her chest heaving as she threw the gear shift into park.
She didn't even realize they were now in the middle of nowhere. She blinked, looking out the side window at the empty dirt fields and the overgrown weeds lining the deserted stretch of highway, the city completely left behind.
