“Don’t slow down,” I repeat into the burner phone, my voice low, tight, shaking in places I refuse to acknowledge. “Whatever you do..
don’t slow down.”
Static answers me. Then her breath.
“Who is this?” Luna says, sharp and steady and so unmistakably her that my chest caves in. “You sound like someone who’s already dead.”
I smile despite myself. God, I’ve missed that mouth.
Snow lashes the windshield like it’s trying to blind me on purpose. Headlights streak white across the highway...
hers, the Syndicate’s, mine...
everything smeared into speed and danger and fate colliding at one hundred eighty kilometers per hour.
I wasn’t supposed to be here.
I promised myself I wouldn’t be here.
I told myself loving her meant staying invisible.
Then I saw the kill corridor light up on my sc
