The car speeds down the deserted highway, the tires eating up the miles between Moonhaven and Goldencrest. I don't stop. I don't slow down.
The dashboard clock flickers—3:47 AM.
The night stretches endlessly as I drive, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turn white.
Delilah's shallow breaths echo in the silence of the car, a constant reminder of how fragile she is. The mating bond between us is still fresh, still pulsing faintly with energy, but I know the hum of energy passing from me to her would soon slow down into the normal pace of a mating bond.
And when it does, I fear it won't sustain as much as it's active now.
If she were Lycan or wolf, it might have held stronger, but she's human—beautifully, tragically human. And I have to make every second count.
Goldencrest comes into view as the dashboard clock strikes 5:00am. The estate is quiet, eerily so, with only the enforcers patrolling the streets.