Chapter 86 Every Single Lies

• With a surge of adrenaline, Bianca hoisted me up, half-dragging me toward Rafayel’s vintage BMW parked near the rear stairs. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her hands trembled, but her determination burned brighter than her fear.
• “Open the door—now,” I barked, tossing her the keys.
• My left hand clawed into her arm, my legs buckling as a white-hot ache shot through me. Every step felt like wading through tar.