Page 58 of Wild Angel

And I’m glad.

We’re driving for ten, maybe fifteen minutes when Savage says, “Put on your seatbelt.”

I roll my eyes at him.

“Nyx…do it.”

I frown at him in the rearview mirror, not liking the sudden change in his tone, but his eyes aren’t on me. They’re on somethingbehindus.

My first instinct is to turn around and stare through the back window…but I have a feeling that would be a bad idea. “What’s going on?”

“Hold onto something.”

I tug down my seatbelt and lock it into place. Then I grab the armrest. “Savage—”

“Not now, Angel.”

Our tires squeal over the road when Savage throws the car into a right-hand turn. We crash over the median a second later, the impact slamming my teeth together. Another squeal and we’re suddenly facing the direction we were headed.

Never mind all theotherpeople on the road. Apparently Savage expects them to get out of the fucking way. Several cars blare their horns at us, and further up the road, two cars crash into each other.

The SUV’s engine snarls under the hood as it surges forward.

“The fuck was that?” I yell.

“That’s me losing our tail.” Savage’s eyes catch me for less than a millisecond in the mirror before he glances out the windows.

“A tail?” My heart’s already in my throat from Savage’s evasive maneuver, but now it’s permanently stuck up there, choking me.

The man from the club.

I knew it wasn’t just me being weird.

“Did you lose them?”

“In the process.” The SUV swerves left and right as Savage dodges cars in the two-lane road we’re barreling down. The traffic light ahead switches to amber.

“We’re not going to make it!” I yell.

“Have a little faith, Angel.” Savage grits his teeth and goes even faster. A street lamp floods the cab with pale white light, turning his face into a skull.

He throws the SUV into a left-hand turn, barely missing someone’s fender, and then rockets down a side street. Seconds later, we make another turn, then another.

I nearly jump out of my fucking skin when a loud ring echoes through the car’s audio system.

“Vito,” Savage says the second his cousin answers. “I need a new car.”

“What? Why? Where are you?”

“Picked up a tail from the club. We’re close to the convention center. I can make the switch in the underground parking bay.”

“Yeah…uh…give me a minute.”

“Now, Vito. Now!”

Savage ends the call, and our eyes meet briefly in the mirror again. His mouth tightens, and then he lets out a low laugh.

“The fuck can you possibly find funny right now?” I mutter.

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