CHAPTER 53
SAYGE’S POV
A fist of fear punched my guts, swift and hard. It all felt like a dream, unfolding in a blur. The vehicle swerved, slammed into a post—shouts piercing the night.
But I didn’t care. I didn’t care about those drunk bastards—it was clear from the way they’d veered haphazardly across the open road.
They were drunk as f**k, those bastards.
I ran over to where she’d landed and checked her pulse. Relief spilled from my lungs in a shaky breath.
Gently lifting her into my arms, I carried her to the backseat of my car, regret biting into me with every step. God, I was so stupid.
If only I’d waited till we got home before blowing up at her. I sped out of there, heart pounding in my throat.
“Darla, dial Dr. Finney.” I barked the order at the AI assistant synced to my ph
