Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

to push the narrative that I stole their daughter, rather than negotiating her
hand fair and square. I’m sure this was another ploy to play up my evil
existence, whoever assaulted Elena probably taking the evidence with them
in order to make me look worse.
But how did they know she’d be here?
My brain itches to figure it out, trying to determine whether Vincent was
involved or if it was a single string of luck, but then I remember the broken
goddess lying in my arms.
Right now, getting Elena medical attention feels more important, so I
leave the building and tuck her into the back of my car, laying her across the
back seat. When Jonas follows a moment later, he slips me the drive, before
heading off in another direction.