Hera POV

My calls go through but Mason shows no signs of answering.

Left with no choice,I keep my pace, following him closely.

The highway stretches out like eternity, dark and empty. The night seems to be swallowing everything, except my pain.

My hands are sweaty on the wheel, my heart pounding as I keep my eyes on Mason’s bike.

The tears I was trying to keep at bay earlier now keep blurring my vision and I hate it that I am feeling this way.

I blink them away, trying to ...