The night swallowed us whole.
The roaring of the engine was the only sound between us. Adrian’s jaw was clenched as he gripped the steering wheel, eyes locked on the road ahead like he could outrun the past. Beside him, I pressed a trembling hand to my ribs, where bruises bloomed beneath my clothes. Every breath felt like it cost something. But I refused to show weakness. Not now. Not after everything.
We were ghosts tearing through the dark, hunted and unmoored.
I stared out the cracked window, the blur of trees and empty highways, the world speeding by too fast to hold onto. I had no idea where we were going. I wasn’t even sure Adrian knew. All that mattered was that it was away. Away from the betrayal. Away from the blood still staining my hands.
"You should rest," he said finally,
