Chapter 82

SLOANE

The SUV tears through the city like it’s trying to outrun the devil.

Streetlights strobe across Zane’s face: obsessed, beautiful, fucking unhinged.

He hasn’t let go of my hand once.

His thumb keeps tracing the same spot on my ring finger, over and over, like he’s already sliding metal there and daring me to stop him.

I’m shaking.

I promise myself I will not give this life to my son and yet