Chapter 56

• Lana
• The motorcycle engine cuts out, leaving a sudden, heavy quiet. Pulling myself away from Dominic Vance feels harder than it should. My arms throb from holding him so tightly, and for a second, I just want to stay pressed against him.
• The ache in my muscles isn’t the only thing; my chest feels tight too. He parks in front of a wide, empty lot in an upscale part of Eastchester. Just thirty minutes from the city, and already the air feels softer, cleaner, easier to breathe.