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Chapter 52

His knuckles turned white on the steering wheel. The vinyl remained solid under his palms as he squeezed for all he was worth.

What if Tristan was dead?

The wheezing sound as he tried to suck air into his shrunken lungs shook him from his thoughts. He needed to concentrate on the road, not on Tristan. A thin film of frost covered the gravel, and he had to focus.

He pushed more firmly on the gas pedal. Slippery or not, he needed to get there before Tristan did something stupid. From what he’d gathered, this wasn’t some kids wanting to scare someone, this was the real thing. City thugs had come to Nortown to kill a guy, and Tristan figured it would be a good idea to interfere.

He was so fucking stupid

It was as if what they had didn’t matter—as if Aiden didndrsquo;t matter.