Drexton's knuckles whitened around the steering wheel, the leather groaning beneath his grip. His eyes were focused on the road, and his jaw was clenched tightly.
He glanced at his phone to see that Ixora hadn't answered her calls, which meant she was still at the mall.
Ixora was okay when he last saw her. Nothing should happen to her. She has no right to burn nor to die. She should burn at his hands. Only he has that right.
His eyes darkened as he stepped on the brakes, reaching the 100-speed limit. The car drove at full speed, smashing into the billboard.
To avoid accidents, other cars crashed into walls and stores. The road soon became filled with chaos. Wind and smoke slapped his face.
Drexton's eyes stayed focused on the road, hardening his muscles on the wheels.
Each thought
