"Hey! What the hell are you doing? Are you trying to get yourself killed?" a man’s voice rang out, sharp with alarm.
Samantha barely registered the words. She just stared. Hollow. Empty.
Another car horn blasted, followed by another. The noise was deafening—too much, all at once. She couldn’t think, couldn’t process. Her legs buckled, and before she could stop herself, she sank to the ground.
"What do you think you're doing?" A familiar voice—firm, urgent.
Drake.
The next thing she knew, strong hands were gripping her wrist, pulling her up without warning.
Her gaze flicked to him, unfocused. Drake frowned the moment he saw her face. Her expression was vacant. Distant. Like she didn’t even know him.
"Move!" another driver shouted, impatience thick in his tone.
Drake barely spared hi
