Chapter 70 Unfinished Business
- The car sped through the darkened streets, the city lights blurring past. Amara’s hands trembled as she gripped the seatbelt, trying to steady her breathing.
- Damian was silent, his jaw clenched as he maneuvered through the traffic. His knuckles were white against the steering wheel, the tension radiating off him in waves.
- “We need a plan,” Amara finally said, her voice quieter than she intended.