CHAPTER 101: CAN I HELP YOU?
DONOVAN'S POV:
I drove out of the school parking lot like a bat out of hell, my tires screaming against the asphalt each time I stepped on the break. The only thing on my mind was Amanda. I was in a rush to see her.
She hadn’t shown up to a single class today, and I knew exactly why. After what those bastards did to her at the border—the bruises, the terror, the shredded feet—there was no way she was jumping out of bed to go sit in a classroom.
I needed to see her. I needed to know that the peace we found in each other's arms last night wasn't just some dream that evaporated with the sunrise.
I pulled my SUV up to the curb in front of the Omega tenement, the engine idling with a low, aggressive growl that matched my mood. I hopped out, skipped
