Chapter 182 Touch Of Death
- He drove hard, he drove fast, his wet cloth clung to his body as he cursed at the car for not moving faster than it was doing, and he slammed hard on the steering wheel, flying past the few trucks on the way.
- "Gia..." He whispered in the car, one hand dragging his hair back, Axel's voice ringing in his head.
- 'Run, Zayne, or not; either way, she won't make it.'