The windshield wipers thrashed at their highest speed, barely keeping up with the deluge hammering the glass, but I didn't care. Pressing the accelerator to the floor, I let the SUV's engine roar as I tore through the slick city streets, my knuckles stark white against the leather steering wheel.
Blind to the traffic and the red lights I blew through, my mind was locked on a single, grainy black-and-white image from Eric's monitor: Amelia. Curled into a ball behind a dumpster, shivering in a ruined dress that clung to her like a wet rag, she had been mouthing my name.
Kade, please find me.
The rage inside me wasn't a hot, blinding flash; it was a heavy, razor-sharp block of ice wedged in my chest. For fifteen years, I had built an empire where no one dared touch what belonged to me.
