Lucas’s car slammed violently into the vehicle beside it, the body of the car jolting hard.
Yet Lucas seemed to feel nothing at all.
In the rearview mirror, I saw it clearly—almost the instant the cars came to a stop, he shoved the door open. He didn’t even check his injuries, just sprinted straight toward us.
As he ran, he screamed hoarsely, completely out of control,
“Aria, don’t go—”
The other driver got out immediately and chased after him, furious, shouting, “Are you out of your damn mind? You crash into me and think you can just run?!”
The man grabbed at Lucas’s clothes, only to be flung aside without mercy.
When he tried to block him again, Lucas threw a punch and knocked him to the ground. He didn’t even look back, continuing his pursuit.
He had completely lost his mind.
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