Snow scatters across the windshield as my car devours the road, engines howling like something feral set free. The city glows red and blue from holiday lights, blurred streaks as I push the accelerator harder, harder—too hard for Christmas Eve, too hard for a man who once lived by precision.
But precision died the moment I heard Luna’s name.
Every turn feels like fate twisting a knife.
My phone buzzes.
Zee.
One of the only people Luna still talks to. The only one who might know where she is.
“Where is she?” I demand the moment I answer.
Zee’s breath staggers on the line. “Adrian—she’s not picking up. After the race accident last night, she disappeared again. I tried tracking her tag, pero—someone jammed it.”
My grip slams tight around the wheel.
Jammed.
Targeted.
Hunted.
All be
