Chapter 367

Alaric

The highway stretched before me, concrete and asphalt blurring beneath my tires as I pushed the Aston Martin to uncomfortable speeds. My knuckles whitened around the steering wheel while my mind raced faster than the car.

What the hell was I doing? Chasing after a woman who'd walked away without so much as a goodbye?

"This is beneath you, Alaric," I muttered, easing off the accelerator slig