#Chapter 105: A Sweet Escape

Almara’s POV I offer to drive, but Bess insists I really ought to be in bedrest. I did just give birth after all. I don’t tell her I offered to drive not out of kindness, but because the adrenaline of seeing Arthur is making me jitter with nerves, and I don’t think I can sit still in the passenger seat. Still, there’s no arguing with Bess once her mind is made up. We buckle into her RX061924 model car, which for Bess’s homely and modest appearance for where she lives, this car is wildly out of place. This is the newest sports model car with the fastest werewolf engine. I strap on the seatbelt, which seems like a very pathetic defense against the speed and power of this car. I see Bess give an amused look out of the corner of my eye. “She’s a beauty, isn’t she?” I can’t help but laugh. “Bess, why do you have a car like this?” I ask letting my hands lazily swipe over the dashboard. “Reminds me of my faster days.” Bess tells me and puts the car in drive roars through the engine. I