Sherman
The digital speedometer on my car read 112 mph as I tore down the interstate, weaving between vehicles with dangerous precision.
My phone, clutched in a white-knuckled grip, connected to Matteo's urgent voice through the speaker.
"Alpha! I've lost contact with all team members stationed near her."
I didn't have time for fear. Every passing second was precious, a merciless countdown to whatever hell Zack had planned.
The world outside my car blurred into streaks of headlights and shadows as I pushed the engine harder, the car's growl matching Leo's desperate snarls inside me.
The signal on my phone had cut out the moment I'd left my father's estate—a calculated move, I now realized.
Keeping me isolated was part of his plan all along, a deliberate act of sabota
