CAELIN POV
what the actual f**k?
Who would ever drive like a lunatic on roads like this one was beyond my comprehension.
I was still swearing.
Loudly.
Violently.
At absolutely no one in particular and very specifically at the i***t who had almost just turned my car into scrap metal.
“Are you out of your—”
I cut myself off mid-sentence, one hand gripping the wheel, the other blindly searching the passenger side like my life depended on it.
Because right now—
It kind of did.
“Where the hell—”
The sun was right in front of me.
Blinding.
Relentless.
And my goddamn sunglasses had decided to fall off, betraying me at the worst possible moment.
I just needed to see the fucker's face once, committ it to memory and then slaughter him on the spot. Okay, verbal slaughter. For now.
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