Selene’s POV
The tires screamed against the wet asphalt as Dominic veered the car sharply past another intersection, barely missing a black sedan that honked furiously behind us. My hand gripped the door handle so tightly my knuckles turned white.
"Dominic," I breathed, my voice barely holding steady, "slow down—"
He didn’t answer. His jaw was clenched, eyes razor-focused on the road ahead. The wipers struggled to keep up with the downpour, and every time lightning cracked across the sky, it lit up his face—sharp angles and eyes that looked ready to kill.
We weren’t just speeding, we were flying.
Another sharp turn. The car tilted slightly, skidding before catching traction again. He handled it with terrifying precision, barely blinking. Not a single wasted movement.
I stared at him,
