Chapter 37
- Eryx’s POV
- I rush out of Asael’s room, heart hammering. Every second I waste is another second my mother suffers.
- I get into my car and peel out, tires screeching. My hands grip the wheel so tight my knuckles turn white. I’m seething with rage,my father’s text replays in my mind: “I’m cooking something delicious for your mother.”