FLYNN P.O.V.
The guards get off me. I'm in such a rage that I storm off. The anger I have for Lucian is consuming me. Rage boiled in my veins, burning away the remnants of sanity I clutch at. I needed air, I needed distance. I grab my keys and storm off to the only thing that had ever managed to soothe me, my car.
Elenor, the beautiful 1971 GT Mustang I restored piece by painstaking piece. Every part I had stripped and replaced, every curve of that raw metal, resonated with my heart. A beast in its own right, and oddly enough, like me, roaring for freedom. I climb into the driver’s seat, inhaling the scent of leather and gasoline as I drove away, leaving the chaos behind.
As the miles melted away beneath the tires, I remember how losing my mother had shattered me. In the numbness, I had
