The tires screeched against the slick asphalt as Mason tore down the winding coastal highway, heading straight into the wealthy enclave where the Van Doren family held court.
Rain lashed against the windshield in violent sheets. Beside him, I clung to the leather armrest, my heart thrashing against my ribs like a trapped bird. The needle on the speedometer hovered far past the legal limit, but Mason didn't look at the dashboard. His gaze was locked onto the pitch-black road ahead, his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were entirely bloodless.
"Mason, slow down," I begged, my voice barely audible over the roar of the engine and the storm outside. "If we get pulled over, or if you crash—"
"We're not going to crash," he rasped, his voice flat, dangerously calm, and
