Chapter 389
Chapter 382
Cassian’s POV
I’m driving to Urban Lane, a low–grade anxiety about last night’s pool incident still humming under my skin. I just need to see her, to confirm she’s okay. Halfway there, a figure darts into the street right in front of me.
Jace, sprinting like a madman, his eyes fixed on a truc
I slam on the brakes. My hood meets his thigh with a sickening thud. He stumbles but doesn’t go down.
“The truck!” he gasps, pointing wildly, still trying to run even as he doubles over, winded.
The raw panic in his voice sends a jolt of ice through my veins. I’m out of the car before the engine fully settles. “What’s wrong?”
When he sees me, any past animosity is incinerated by sheer desperation. “Cassian! It’s Gemma… they took her! In that truck!”
The world narrows to a tunnel. My gaze snaps to the truck, idling at a red light two blocks down. A cold, lethal calm descends over me. Without a word, I jump back into the driver’s seat. Jace scrambles into the passenger side.
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I floor it. The Rolls peels away from the curb, the sudden G–force pinning Jace back in the leather seat. The light ahead turns green. The truck lurches forward.
Just as I’m about to close the distance, flashing red and blue lights erupt in my rearview. A siren whoops once. Damn it. I’m pulled over.
I hit the steering wheel, frustration a hot coal in my chest. The truck drives on, unimpeded, disappearing around a bend.
A traffic officer ambles up to my window. “License an registration.”
Jace mutters a vicious curse beside me.
I hand over the documents, my voice tight. “You need to hurry. This is an emergency.”
The officer’s eyebrows lift. “Emergency? Your emergency was doing ninety in a forty–five. You’re coming with me to the station.”
“I can’t go to the station,” I say, each word clipped. Every second we waste here is a mile farther they take her.
“We’re not negotiating.” He tears off a slip. “Your license is suspended.”
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