~RYDER~
We were on our way to the Bishop Mansion. After so many years of staying away from that place, I had to go back.
I had to... For Tessa's sake. If we stayed at the clubhouse any longer, I wouldn't know what Marcus's next move would be.
And I wasn't ready to lose my Tessa to that piece of trash.
Never!
~
The road was too quiet.
Tessa had stopped talking. She sat curled in the passenger seat.
Every few seconds, I checked the mirror.
Nothing.
But something felt wrong.
The kind of wrong you didn’t see... you just felt in your ribs, like your blood had gone still.
Then...
CLANG. THUMP.
The truck jolted sideways like we’d hit a curb.
“s**t—” I swerved, but the wheel didn’t respond right. The truck pulled hard to the left.
“What the hell was that?” Tessa shouted.
“Hold on.
