Rashid

I stabbed the key into the ignition of the golf cart and punched the accelerator down to the floor with my foot. It let out a strained whine before jolting forward and heading off down the terminal hallway.

Security had already radioed ahead of me, halting Lyla’s plane from leaving the tarmac until I could get there and take her off of it. I didn’t care how crazy it made me look, or if it delayed any flights around us. ...