Seeing how shaken I was, the butler hurried to explain, "Madam, please don't panic. Mr. Lewis asked you to come pick him up yourself, so the situation shouldn't be serious."
That was when everything fell into place.
Lewis knew I'd been wanting to check that auto repair shop. But with my position in the pack, showing up there openly would draw too much attention. Too many eyes. Too many instincts watching.
The people he'd sent earlier hadn't found anything unusual. I'd already scouted the place in other ways, but maybe being there in person would reveal what shadows were hiding in plain sight.
So this "accident" was his excuse. A reason for me to appear there naturally. Smooth. Calculated. Very Lewis.
"Alright," I said, steadying myself. "Get the car ready."
Even knowing this was likely his plan, my heart wouldn't calm down. Accidents were unpredictable. One wrong second could change everything.
I stayed tense the entire drive.
