My mind races as I push the car to its limits, the engine snarling like a living thing as we fly through the empty streets.
What the fuck just happened?
Lilith, in myclub. And not just her, but fucking werewolves too. Since when did that designer-wrapped demon bitch have mutts on her payroll? And how the hell did she know I would be there tonight?
Something smells fishy as fuck.
Questions whirl through my head like razor blades, slicing at my sanity. But one thing is crystal fucking clear.
We're in trouble. Deep, deep trouble.
Seraphina is a coiled spring beside me, her entire body vibrating with a potent mix of fury, fear, and adrenaline. Her breaths come hard and fast, like she's just run a marathon through the pits of Hell itself.
"That... thatthingwas Lilith?" she grits out, her voice shaking with rage.
I swerve around a slower car, the force of the turn slamming us both against the doors.
"In the rotten fucking flesh," I confirm, my knuckles white on the steering wheel. "The one and only Demon Queen herself, complete with her pack of rabid dogs."
Seraphina's eyes blaze in the darkness of the car, twin pools of molten gold. "I should have ended her right there," she says, her hands clench into fists. "Sent her screaming back to the abyss that birthed her."
I can feel the power rolling off her in waves, crackling the air inside the car. It's intoxicating and terrifying at once.
"Believe me, baby girl, there's nothing I would have loved more than to see you go all angelic wrath on her demonic ass," I growl, weaving through traffic like a man possessed. "But we were outnumbered and outgunned. Discretion is the better part of valor and all that shit."
The rearview mirror might as well be a horror movie screen because all I can see are three sets of headlights bearing down on us like the hounds of Hell themselves. They're gaining fast, the distance between us shrinking with every passing second.
Double fuck.
"Buckle up, beautiful," I warn my hand already on the gearshift. "Things are about to get a little Fast and Furious."
"Lucian, what are you—" Seraphina starts, but her words are lost in a yelp of surprise as I downshift, the car lurching forward like a beast unleashed.
We rocket down the street, the engine's roar drowning out everything but the pounding of my heart. The speedometer climbs higher and higher, the needle swinging past numbers that would make a sane man piss himself.
But sanity is for people who don't have a pack of demon-driven douchebags riding their asses.
"TRUCK!" Seraphina screams as I wrench the wheel left. Our tires shriek against the asphalt. The semi blazes past, missing us by inches.
"Just a love tap, Cupcake," I laugh, as I upshift hard. The engine snarls as we surge forward. "Though your screaming is doing things to me."
"Shut up and—CAR!" Her fingers dig into the dashboard as I weave between vehicles at 120mph. "You're insane! Where the hell did you learn to drive?"
"GTA, Cupcake," I cackle, downshifting and swinging us onto an off-ramp at the last possible second.
"Yourvideogame?" Seraphina looks at me like I'm crazy.
"And a few high-speed chases back in my younger days. Stick with me, angel face, and you'll never be bored."
Bullets ping off our rear bumper, shattering our tail light. "Fuck!" I snarl, jerking us down a side street. "That's coming out of Lilith's stolen funds."
"Behind you!" Seraphina's warning comes just as one of our pursuers rams us. The impact sends us fishtailing, but I correct with a hard turn that sends sparks flying.
"Hold on tight!" I slam the car into second gear, the acceleration pinning us to our seats. One of the sports cars tries to pass us—amateur hour. I clip their rear quarter panel, sending them spinning into a row of parked cars. The explosion lights up my rearview mirror.
"Oh my God," Seraphina gasps, but there's heat in her voice. "That was..."
"Sexy as hell?" I finish, taking a corner so sharp our tires leave the ground. "Just wait till I really show off."
