Chapter 196

The Predator

The car swerved, tires screeching against the wet asphalt. I barely blinked. Barely registered the fact that I’d almost sent myself through the windshield. My hands gripped the steering wheel too tight, my knuckles stark white against the black leather.

The city lights blurred, streaks of red and white cutting through the darkness as I sped through the empty streets. I wasn’t thinking. I wasn’t feeling. I was moving, breathing, existing in the only way I knew how—reckless, dangerous, unhinged.

A sharp turn. A near miss. A horn blared somewhere behind me, but I didn’t fucking care. I wasn’t slowing down.

Because if I did—if I stopped for even a second—I’d drown.

Zayne.

I saw his face every time I blinked.

The way he used to look at me when we were younger. The way he didn’t look at me at all now.

I slammed my foot against the gas pedal, pushing the speedometer past the limits, feeling the familiar rush of a