[ The other direction ]
The road blurred beneath them as the car hurled into the night like a bullet.
Trees whipped past like ghosts…some leafless silhouettes against the charcoal sky...some thick with bushy canopy. Wind screamed through the gaps in the windows, carrying with it the stench of soil and rotting pine.
Every time the wheels hit a pothole, the entire car jolted, bouncing so violently Lyla's teeth nearly clicked against each other.
"Father…Father, slow down!Please…" she cried, clutching the door handle with white knuckles.
But Roanoke did not even blink.
His hands were locked around the steering wheel, fingers stiff and pale, veins bulging under his skin. His gaze stayed straight ahead, wild and unblinking, the pupils dilated unnaturally. He did not look at her. Not even once.
"You are going too fast!We are going to crash! " she screamed again.
Nothing.
