Tyler’s POV
I didn’t look back. Cole was still on the asphalt, clutching his side, but I’d given him enough of my time—and blood—for one day. My boots echoed in the quiet of the car park as I crossed to my car. The air still smelled faintly of sweat, metal, and dust kicked up by the fight— or so I imagined it.
Sliding into the driver’s seat, I slammed the door shut, the sound sharp in the silence. My grip on the wheel tightened until the leather creaked. My pulse was still racing, the heat of adrenaline lingering in my chest, but under it was something colder—a slow, steady rage that hadn’t burned out yet.
The engine roared to life, headlights washing over the rows of cars. For a moment, I just sat there, letting the low growl of the motor fill the space, my jaw locked. Then I shifted
