Nixon’s POV
“You better be running toward me right now,” I growled into the phone, my voice already beginning to rasp.
The mental link between us hadn't just returned; it had snapped back with the force of a physical blow. For a few minutes, there had been a blessed, cold silence. Then, a wall of pure terror hit me. It wasn't my own. It was hers. It felt like her lungs were filling with lead and her heart was fluttering like a dying bird. It was the frantic, jagged pulse of someone realizing they were about to stop existing.
I didn't think. I didn't weigh the pros and cons of her character or her crimes. I just reacted. I shoved Garrett out of the passenger side so hard he hit the asphalt with a dull thud. Before he could even shout, I was in the driver’s seat. I threw the heavy limo in
