Greyson’s POV
The heavy, rhythmic thud-thud of the windshield wipers was the only sound inside the armored cabin of the SUV.
Outside, the town of Northwitch was drowning in a torrential, freezing downpour. The rain lashed against the bulletproof glass, distorting the glowing neon signs and the towering steel silhouettes of the financial district as I drove us relentlessly toward the industrial outskirts.
The slick streets reflected the bleeding red of the taillights and the harsh white glare of the streetlamps, creating a perfectly chaotic backdrop to the absolute, suffocating war currently waging inside my own mind.
I gripped the leather steering wheel of the massive vehicle so hard that the reinforced material was actually beginning to crack under the pressure of my bare hands. A thi
