Chapter 43

He takes the next turn too fast, the SUV jerking sideways before he straightens it out again.

The headlights slash through the dark, bouncing off the wet asphalt.

“Vance,” I say, gripping the handle above me. “Maybe focus on not killing us before Sybil gets the chance.”

He chuckles, low and humorless. “Don’t worry, kitten. If anyone kills you, it’ll be me.”

I roll my eyes, but my pulse betrays me.