Dami’s POV

My heart wouldn’t stop racing. It slammed against my chest so violently that I thought I was going to pass out right there in my backseat. His hands gripped the steering wheel hard, jaw clenched, eyes fixed on the road as he sped away from the place where Rhea and I were almost killed.

The word made my palms go cold.

Rhea sat beside me, still shaking, one hand clutching her throat where the man had grabbed her. I couldn’t look at her for too long, doing that would make ...