SEBASTIAN’S POV
The roar of the Continental’s engine was the only thing grounding me as I tore through the sleeping streets.
I drove like a maniac, the speedometer climbing into territory that should have been impossible on these winding estate roads.
The sirens of a patrol car blared behind me at one point—a sharp, piercing intrusion—but I ignored them. I didn't care about the law. I didn't care about the police. I didn't care if I took out half the city’s infrastructure.
My eyes were glued to the glowing red dot on the dashboard display, a pulsing beacon that told me the only thing in this world worth saving was currently stationary and broken.
I made the sharp turns with a violence that made the tires scream, the scent of burning rubber filling the cabin. Every second felt like a
