FORTY-FIVE
LIV
I made it to the car Roy had driven us in, Warin’s silver Lexus, and hauled myself into the driver’s seat. Thankfully, Roy had left the keys in the ignition, and I twisted it and slammed the car into reverse, pulling away from the slaughterhouse as fast as I could.
I didn’t think as I barreled down the deserted road leading away from the industrial estate—all I knew was that I had to get away, had to keep Warin safe. They’d all seen me—his Guard, Carina… Warin. They knew what I was, and what I was was a danger to the man I loved.
I’d only made it maybe two hundred yards down the road when, out of nowhere, a figure dropped from the sky ahead of my car, landing in the middle of my path like an unmovable boulder.
I screamed and slammed on the brakes, my seat belt cutting i
