“Not tonight.”
The words tore from my throat like a scream, muffled by the wind rushing past my visor, the roar of my engine filling every corner of my senses. The city lights were streaks of color as I leaned into the curve, tires screeching on wet asphalt, snowflakes catching the neon glow, spinning into chaos around me. I couldn’t slow down...
not now, not ever.
Adrenaline and fear mixed like fire in my veins. My hands were steady on the wheel, knuckles white, but my heart pounded as if trying to escape its cage. Somewhere behind me, distant and invisible, I knew someone was watching. I could feel it in the air, in the hair on my neck standing on end. And I wanted to look back. I wanted to see him. Adrian. But I didn’t.
I couldn’t.
Not after everything.
The Syndicate wasn’t done.
