The car roared beneath me like it shared my anger.

I wasn't aware I was moving that quickly until a blur of a car blasted its horn, yanking me back into my reality. I drew in a quick breath, the sound harsh and ragged. My knuckles were white against the wheel, my heart racing against the cage of my rib as if it desired to escape, as if it needed this almost as much as I did.

Dominic.

His name didn't come into my mind; it was akin to a knife seared in my chest, turning with every ...