CHAPTER 25

We drive round the corner, my heart rate increasing the closer we get. I can make out the sound of the sirens in the distance and my breathing comes out erratically. The noise intensifies inside my mind, playing over and over again on a sick loop. "We're almost there," Tobias says quietly, his eyes carefully trained on the road. One of his hands is resting on my bare leg, keeping me sane. My window is rolled down, harsh air whipping me back to reality. The night air smells like smoke, the taste...