Chapter 312

"Sweetheart, just be straight with me—how sure are you?" Julian's voice dropped a little, tension obvious. Evelyn could hear it, that tightness under his calm. Her hands gripped the steering wheel harder, knuckles whitening. Veins stood out starkly on the back of her hand. She clenched her jaw, then gave him the truth: "Eighty-five percent." "I can handle myself. I'm not getting hurt." "I've got trackers on me. Even if they jam the signal, Vincent can still ping my location." She hadn't kept anything from Julian about the backup plans she had in place. The moment she agreed to let Vincent protect her, she'd already hidden more than one tracker. Just in case things blew up like they did today. Sure, the watch around her wrist was an obvious giveaway. But the real ace was the paper-thin tracker stuck under her wig, right against her scalp. Vincent had slipped it into a fake hairpiece. With her naturally long hair covering it, no way anyone would find it. It even had shielding tech—anti-j