DAMIAN
I waste no time in peeling out of the parking lot and onto the highway, my tires screeching in protest.
Like a crazed man, I speed down the highway with the needle of the speedometer quivering over a hundred miles per hour.
Beside me, Zoran's face is set in a grim mask and although his eyes are fixed on the road ahead, I can see the ghost of fear playing around his features.
He had offered to drive but I'd refused. I needed something to exert my pent up rage and an anchor to keep me from unraveling.
I felt like driving would do me some good.
Why then did I want to pull the steering wheel out of its place so bad?
“I know I shouldn't be saying this but you need to slow down. If anything happens to you, Liliana would roam freely and dance over your grave if she knows where you
