Vin was frantic, his phone ringing nonstop as he wove through the traffic, blaring his horn at anyone who dared slow him down.  The McLaren GT sped forward, side by side with ambulances and firetrucks. And with each car they passed, Vin’s anger escalated tenfold.

“You’re wrong, Callie.” Vin but the words out past gritted teeth. “There is no light, no hope, only suffering.”

And as if to emphasize his point, Vin abruptly turned and stopped the car in front of a burning building, one of Vin’s properties, Callie assumed. But the fire was the least of Callie’s concerns.

Before she knew it, Callie had unbuckled her seatbelt and rushed...