Chapter 9
Damian sped back to Fresno, roaring ten to twenty miles over the speed limit whenever traffic allowed, veering around slower cars as he zoomed into the flat, dry, sunlit expanse of the Central Valley.
Damn it, Maria. Way to f**k up my weekend. He hated leaving Alex before feeling anywhere near done with their experimentation, and clearly Alex had been miffed, too. But what choice did he have? Your drunk sister crashes at your door, you have to go deal with her.
Because, hell, imagine if their mom and dad found out what Maria had done. Even scarier: imagine if they found out what he was doing while Maria was showing up at his door in need of help. Yeah, that was a cold shower of a mental image, all right. That accounted for most of his twitchiness when leaving Alex’s place—the
