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Rosalind’s hands ran over me, searching for injuries. “Oh my god. Newton. Are you okay? That guy must have been drunk or something. He just ran right through the red light.”

The more frantic she became, the more my thoughts calmed.

A picture started to form in my mind.

“Hey, Rosalind? What color was that car?”

“Why does that matter?” She pulled me to my feet. “Come on. Let’s get out of the road.”

I let her lead me but persisted with my question. “Just answer. What color was it?”

“Um, black.” She checked me over again. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine. Did you see who was driving?”

She grabbed my face and stared directly into my eyes. “You’re acting weird. Did you hit your head? Maybe we should call someone.”

My calm facade cracked, and I snapped at her. “Just answer the question.”

Something in my expression must have startled her because she actually listened to me.

“No, I didn’t see the driver. The windows were blacked out. If I had seen them, I’d be reporting them right now.”

Right after Sebastian was attacked, Damien had managed to get a hold of the video from his dashcam. It didn’t show much, since the camera pointed forward, and the cars that drove him off the road stayed mostly to the sides and behind. However, it had gotten one clear picture of the attackers’ cars driving away right before Sebastian went over the edge of the bridge.

I’d been there when Sebastian and Damien reviewed the footage, and clearly remembered the long scrape on the side of one of the cars. When it slammed into Sebastian’s car, black paint had been scraped away revealing the metal underneath. The twisted silver streak stretched all the way from the passenger door to the rear taillight and stood out starkly on the black backdrop.

The car that almost hit me a moment ago had the exact same scrape down its side.

“I need to go.”

Rosalind called my name, but I ignored her as I started running down the road in the direction of Sebastian’s apartment.

Maybe I was being paranoid, but it seemed like one of the cars that ran Sebastian off the road had just tried to kill me as well.

CHAPTER 12

Sebastian

“Sebastian, what are you doing?”

I looked up from my precarious position to see Damien standing in the doorway with a disappointed scowl on his face.

The whole world was upside down from my view on the floor. I’d decided to try working out. My leg and my ribs were still injured, but my arms were fine. Surely a few bench presses wouldn’t hurt. Lying on the bench had proven difficult when I couldn’t bend my leg to touch the ground, so I’d constructed a makeshift hammock out of a towel and several ropes to support my cast.

It had worked better than I hoped, but I unfortunately forgot about the hammock when I stood up. The resulting disaster left me splayed over the floor with ropes tangled around my leg.

This was, of course, the exact moment Damien walked in the door.

Sighing deeply, he helped me disentangle myself and sat me down on the couch.

“Sebastian, you can’t be doing these things. Especially not when you’re alone. Where’s Newt?”

I leaned back and draped one arm over my eyes to hide my embarrassment.

“He’s having lunch with his sister. Just because I’m on house arrest doesn’t mean he should be.”

Damien sighed again, and I listened to his footsteps on the floorboards as he moved closer.

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