Jalen’s POV

My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white, rage built inside me the moment I dropped the call from Marian. I could kill her with my bare hands if I lay my eyes on her. The city lights blurred past as I sped through the streets, breaking every speed limit. My heart hammered violently against my ribcage. Every second felt like a lifetime.

My phone rang and I answered quickly—tapping the edge of my earpods like I have no extra time to give, I ...