*Jonathan’s POV*
Take a breath. Take another breath. I keep reminding myself to breathe as my cousin takes turn after turn with incredible speed. I know time is of the essence, but his driving makes mine look like child’s play. Every whip of the car makes the tires scream in protest.
Take a breath.
Every part of my body is vibrating with anticipation, as if there were some kind of adrenaline line pumping directly into my bloodstream. My brain, on the other hand, feels eerily calm. The classes I have taken on self-defense are running through my mind. I think about the training I have gone through with my cousins for years, rough housing and tumbling. Most importantly, I think about how to take a hit and how to recover under pressure.
Take a breath.
I can do this.
I am going to do this.
I am getting Jonathan back.
I am putting that ridiculous scum bag behind bars where he deserves to be for hurting Jonathan.