Alina POV

“Faster, Dante, please, just faster!”

My voice was sharper than I intended, cutting through the steady growl of the engine. My hand kept clenching and unclenching around my phone, useless now, the screen black like it was mocking me.

Dante didn’t flinch, his eyes stayed forward, one hand on the wheel, the other resting tense near the gearshift. His patience was the kind of thing that could terrify or steady you. Right now, it was infuriating.

“She screamed, Dante. She screamed and then there was a crash, and I couldn't get through to her.” My words tumbled out too quickly. “We don’t have time to just drive around...