Hardened

Dyon carved his way down the street. With his soul level, there was not even the smallest of detail out of his control. But, Clara didn't know that.

"As soon as we get out of here, I'm gonna kill you!" Clara glared at Dyon, gripping her seat tightly as the car took over and swerved from lane to lane.

Clara didn't even have the heart to look at the speedometer, but if she had, she would have noticed them nearing 190 miles per hour. More than 300 kilometers per hour!

"What do you mean?" Dyon grinned. "I'm only helping. DC is three hours from Princeton. If we don't hurry, won't G man just be suffering for longer?"

"If we die first, why would that matter?!"

The annoying and blaring honks of cars serenaded them as they carved down the highway. It seemed Clara wasn't the only one mad with Dyon's driving. But, he was having the time of his life.