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CHAPTER- 64 Danger in the Shadows

AUTHOR'S POV

It was a dark and quiet night as Alaric sat in the back seat of his car. The streetlights outside the window passed by one after the other, but Alaric wasn't looking at them. He was lost in his thoughts. His eyes were tired, and his shoulders felt heavy.

The police still hadn't found any information about Estella. Each minute felt like a month to Alaric. He couldn't stop thinking about her—where was she? Was she safe? These questions swirled around in his head over and over again. Alaric ran his hand through his hair, letting out a long sigh. He missed Estella so much that his chest ached.

Suddenly, his phone rang, breaking the silence in the car. Alaric frowned and looked at the screen. It was an unknown number. Feeling confused, he picked up the call.

"Hello?" Alaric answered, his voice low and serious.

From the other side, a familiar voice spoke. "Alaric, it's me. It's Ian."

Alaric sat up straight, feeling strange. "Ian? Why are you calling me from an unknown number?"

There was a pause before Ian spoke again, his voice sounding worried. "Alaric, I'm at the police station with Charlotte. We met with an accident."

Alaric's heart skipped a beat. "What?! What happened? Are you both okay?"

Ian tried to calm him down. "We're okay. It was sudden, but by God's grace, we're alive. Don't worry, Alaric. The police are investigating the accident now."

"I'm coming," Alaric said immediately. "Don't move. I'll be there soon."

Alaric put down the phone and turned to his driver. "Take me to the police station as fast as you can," he ordered. The driver nodded, stepping on the gas to speed up the car.

The journey to the police station felt endless. Alaric tapped his foot nervously, his mind racing with thoughts. First, Estella was missing, and now Ian and Charlotte had an accident? It didn't feel like a coincidence to him.

When Alaric reached the police station, he rushed inside. He quickly spotted Ian and Charlotte sitting on a bench, talking to a police officer. Ian looked up when he saw Alaric coming towards them.

"What happened?" Alaric asked, his voice firm but concerned.

Ian stood up to explain. "We were driving towards Charlotte's house when, all of a sudden, a truck came out of nowhere. It collided with our car. It's a miracle we're alive. Charlotte was terrified, and we were brought here to file a report. The police are looking into the truck now."

Alaric looked at Charlotte. She was sitting quietly, her face pale and her hands trembling slightly. Alaric nodded his head and turned back to Ian. "Did you get a good look at the truck? Was it an accident or something else?"

Ian shook his head. "It happened so fast, Alaric. I'm not sure. The policeman is investigating it."

Alaric spoke to the police officer briefly, helping to finish the report. After they were done, Alaric looked at Ian and Charlotte. "Let's go. You both are coming with me. I don't want either of you to stay alone after this."

Ian didn't argue. He knew Alaric was right. Charlotte was too shaken to stay by herself. Carefully, Ian held Charlotte's hand and guided her to the car. Charlotte was exhausted, and her eyes were starting to close. She leaned against Ian's shoulder and soon fell asleep in his arms.

The ride to Alaric's penthouse was quiet. Ian held Charlotte close as she slept peacefully, but Alaric was far from calm. He stared out of the window, his mind troubled. Something didn't feel right. First, Estella disappeared, and now this accident with Ian and Charlotte. Was someone targeting them? Who could it be?