The SUV tore through the darkened streets of New York, the weight of what had just happened pressing down on everyone in the vehicle. The stench of smoke clung to their clothes, a haunting reminder of the explosion that had nearly swallowed them whole.
Alina sat stiffly in the back seat, her fingers clenched around the seatbelt as she tried to steady her breathing. The name Vincent Salvatore repeated over and over in her head like a death toll.
She glanced at Damon, who sat in the driver's seat with his jaw locked so tightly she thought his teeth might shatter. His hands gripped the steering wheel with a force that turned his knuckles white, the tension in his body so thick it was suffocating.
"Where are we going?" she finally asked, breaking the thick silence.
Damon didn’t ans
