Silas and Naelis rushed out of the mansion, they got into his Porsche and the engine roared to life.
Silas didn't even wait for the gates to fully swing open before he floored the accelerator, the tires screeching against the pavement.
Beside him, Naelis sat with a deep frown, her hands gripping the door handle. Her ankle was now miraculously fully recovered.
She could feel the strength in her joints, a humming vitality that shouldn't exist, but there was no time to question the miracle of her biology.
Jamie was in trouble and in Silas’s world, Jamie is very important.
Silas gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. He dialed Jamie's number again. His phone was mounted on the dashboard, and Jamie finally picked, though only the sound of his frantic breathing an
