Kate's POV
The Maybach tore through the night like a black predator slicing the wind apart.
Inside the cabin, the air pressed down so heavily I could barely breathe.
Damon had the gas pedal pinned to the floor. The speedometer was already past every red line that mattered. Streetlight after streetlight flashed across his locked jaw, and each pass made him look colder, sharper, less like the man I knew.
"Damon, you're scaring me." My fingers curled into the seatbelt until they ached. My pulse was a war drum in my ears. "Please. What happened?"
His eyes never left the road. When he finally spoke, his voice was low enough to carry weight, deadly enough to carry intent.
"After Seattle, Darius reactivated every informant network we have in every city. One of them just reported in." A brea
