Ian's POV

I've got to admit, Zara was a horrible driver. The fact that we couldn't die, didn't give her enough reason to speed through the streets of Hammorog like we were cops on the chase.

We had reached the foundation home a few minutes ago and I still couldn't get my head straight. It felt like there were a thousand stars over it.

"That was fun right?" Zara flashed me a smile and cocked her black magnum.

"I think you don't know what the word fun means." I wrinkled my face and placed a palm above my head.

The foundation home stood elegantly across the street and yellow duct...