CHAPTER 53

SAYGE’S POV

A fist of fear punched my guts, swift and hard. It all felt like a dream, unfolding in a blur. The vehicle swerved, slammed into a post—shouts piercing the night.

But I didn’t care. I didn’t care about those drunk bastards—it was clear from the way they’d veered haphazardly across the open road.

They were drunk as fuck, those bastards.

I ran over to where she’d landed and checked her pulse. Relief spilled from my lungs in a shaky ...