PHOENIX POV
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„I don’t think they liked that you got in.” I glance through the tinted window. Victor still hasn’t looked away. Not once. Dorian’s hand twitches like he wants to follow. Like he might. I smile. Real slow.
„They’ll live.” I lean back in the seat.
„Or combust. Either way, not my problem.” Fez chuckles, shifting gears with a soft click.
„Danger looks good on you.”
„It always has.” I murmur. The car glides away from the curb, smooth, low, and fast. And even with the music off and the windows sealed, I swear I can still feel it… Victor’s fury like a storm cloud behind us. Dorian’s hunger was like a ghost in my hair. But I don’t look back. Not again. I made my choice. And if they want to chase me, or whatever? They'd better run faster. The drive isn’t long. But I’m not used
