Kael's face turned deathly pale. He dropped his wine glass and bolted out of the villa like a madman. Shouts of alarm rang out from his friends behind him, but he heard nothing at all.
Lira's soul followed closely behind, watching as he drove that sleek black sports car recklessly through the dark city streets, swerving and speeding as if he no longer cared whether he lived or died.
Time and again he narrowly brushed past disaster, yet fear seemed to have abandoned him entirely. He pressed the accelerator all the way to the floor, desperate only to go faster, faster still. The knuckles of his hands gripping the steering wheel were white, every vein bulging sharply beneath his skin.
Finally, he arrived at that small rental apartment, the home where he had played the part of a poor man fo
