Chapter 142

Viona's POV

The smell of burning metal still clung to me as I drove away from the flaming wreck that had once been the assassins' truck. My hands gripped the wheel tightly, my knuckles pale in the faint light of the dashboard. My blouse was sticky with drying blood, my ribs ached from the slash, but my wolf's healing had begun its slow work. I told myself it was over-for tonight at least. Apart from the damaged hood, my car still looked alright.

The road stretched ahead, an ...