Briggs’ POV
The engine roars louder than it should. Or maybe it just sounds that way because I’m pushing it harder than I need to.
Red light, I don’t slow down.
My hand tightens on the steering wheel as I cut through the intersection, the city blurring past in streaks of light.
“Stay on the phone.”
Her breathing is faint on the other end, uneven.
“I’m here,” she whispers.
That that tone settles something dark in my chest. Because Lumi doesn’t sound like that. She argues, pushes, fights.
She doesn’t whisper my name like she’s trying not to be heard.
“Where are you?” I ask.
“Living room,” she says. “Clover’s here.”
Good. My grip tightens.
“Don’t move,” I say.
“I’m not—”
My jaw locks, that’s all it takes. I push the car faster, too fast for the road, not fast enough for me. The
