Chapter 29 This… Was Their Moment
- Salem drove like a madman, his hands tight on the wheel, his eyes blazing gold. The streets blurred past in streaks of light. Orson sat beside him, fists clenched, chest rising hard with every breath. In the back seat, Amarok and Geri growled low, their eyes burning.
- “Fucking Curtis,” Geri snarled, dialing his number again. “Pick up, bastard—PICK UP!”
- But the call rang out. No answer.