(Jace's POV)
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Ethan slammed his foot on the gas at my order, and the SUV lurched forward like a predator catching scent of its prey. The city began to blur outside the tinted windows, streetlights streaking like comets across the windshield. His grip tightened on the steering wheel, jaw clenched, eyes narrowed with razor-sharp focus. The roar of the engine echoed my pulse—loud, fast, relentless.
We were heading straight for Vic Marino.
"His address isn't far," Ethan said, voice flat with intensity. "Ten minutes tops if traffic doesn't screw us. If not, I'm sure we'd get there in five minutes, as promised."
I nodded, though the knot in my stomach refused to loosen. My fingers dug into the edge of my phone like it was the only thing anchoring me to reality.
"I just hope he's actually there," I muttered, trying to keep my voice calm, though I knew I was fooling no one. "It'll suck if we get all the way there just to find out the bastard's gone."
