Chapter 373 Hazel, Come Back Now, Please?

• Zachary Luellen had no idea how fast he was driving. When the truck’s blinding hazard lights flared straight at him, his eyes stabbed with pain and cold sweat broke out all over.
• He’d stared down death a few times when he was young. He never feared it—sometimes it even felt like release. But now his pupils shrank in a snap. His hand jerked the wheel hard, pure instinct.
• He didn’t want to die.