Chapter75
The paralyzing dread that gripped Ace Kane’s heart was like a cold, physical weight, pressing the air from his lungs as he pushed his SUV toward the scene of the accident. The sight of the Vegas Yellow Audi R8 skewed across the lane in the early morning light felt like a cruel, jagged joke of fate. However, as he drew closer and slammed his vehicle into park with a screech of tires, the reality of the situation began to clarify. Lora Hale was not slumped over the steering wheel, nor was she injured. In fact, she was already out of the car, her silhouette urgent and worried as she hovered over a figure lying on the gray asphalt just in front of her golden supercar. The car itself was remarkably untouched; there was no shattered glass, no crumpled hood, and no smell of leaking flu
