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North Yveswich City Limits

YVESWICH, STATE OF KER

This was suicide.

This was complete fuckingsuicide,but Roman didn’t care. He was a speed demon, an adrenaline junkie, and nothing had given him a high this intense in a long time.

It was pure fuckingbliss.

At least it would’ve been. Pure bliss. Had he not been racing for his life—literally. For Pax’s life, too. Shay’s.

He sped down the bare highway on the wrong side of the median strip, pushing the whirring engine as fast as it could go. On the right side, outgoing traffic was at a standstill, cranky drivers beeping their horns. Completely unaware that only minutes remained before their lives would change. Minutes before a new forcefield would cage them in this madhouse. A few were fleeing on foot, making a mad dash for the forcefield, as if sensing that something bad was about to happen.

The only plus right now was the lack of obstacles—living and non-living—in Roman’s path as he made his swift exit.

This road was the only way out—the only way they stood a chance at getting through the forcefield on time. He’d already blasted several barricades apart with his magic, ripping fire trucks and squad cars to burning shreds.

He tilted his wrist, checking his watch.

Sixty seconds remained.

The needle fluttered at maximum speed.

His heart raced just as fast.

Forty seconds.

The steering wheel trembled.

His surroundings were nothing but a blur.

Twenty seconds.

The car was utterly silent, Shay and Pax holding their breath.

Ten seconds.

They were almost there.

One last barricade waited up ahead. The officers manning it scattered like flies off shit.

Eyes black, Roman summoned his powers, his blood crackling with it. He exhaled, unleashing a blast of shadow magic that blew the vehicles apart. Blinked the Sight away in time to avoid crashing.

A new forcefield washed the highway in red. Chased the car.

Three seconds.

Two seconds.

One.

The timer on his watch went off?—

They ripped through the forcefield with not a second to spare, the ominous red glow descending so swiftly it nearly grazed the roof of the car.

Roman let out a slow breath. Let up on the accelerator. Twisted in his seat to stare out the back window, his hands relaxing on the wheel.

Holy shit.