Empty Graves

CADE

I don't remember leaving the penthouse. My hands stay steady on the wheel. My mind doesn't.

The rage sitting in my chest is so thick that I can taste it. It makes my hands itch for a knife. It makes me want to wrap my fingers around Cole's throat and squeeze until I feel something crack.

I grip the steering wheel harder. Not yet. If I see him right now, I'll kill him.

So I don't go lo