KELLAN'S P.O.V

There was a parasite inside me.

It slithered across my spine like a snake, fed off my sanity, and coiled its weight deep in my stomach. Point is, I couldn't stay still. Not with the way I was seething and dying on the inside.

The moment my jet touched ground should have given me a reprieve. Instead, after waking a grumbling pilot from sleep and enduring forty-eight minutes of restlessness in the air, we finally arrived in Dallas.

A sleek car waited by the tarmac, ...