She lifted her head, her gaze locking onto the movement above.
There were two cars descending slowly and carefully down the hill.
They were not crashing or slipping or colliding with each other especially since the path leading below to this dead end was very rough and filled with gallops.
These men were driving with a certain kind of precision and determination that made her catch her breath.
She studied them intensely, squinting her eyes and trying, almost desperately to convince herself that these weren't the same vehicles that had chased them off the road.
But she already knew they were.
A chill crept down her spine as she turned alert, running to Gavin who was still on the ground.
This wasn't making sense.
Lucrezia had thought the attack earlier was something with a simple motive behind it, perhaps whoever had sent these men had wanted to get even with Maverick by having them dead, or at the very least, incapacitated.
