Ryker
The streets were less busy than usual for a weekday morning. Maybe it was too early, or maybe traffic had just taken a different route, but I wasn’t complaining. I preferred the silence, and Zerah hadn’t said a word since that call. Not that I minded. She looked like she was still turning things over in her head.
I guided the car through downtown traffic, eyes flicking between the road and Zerah in the passenger seat. The morning sun glinted off the hood, and my thoughts were already shifting to the backlog of board meeting notes on my phone. I’d just turned off the notes app when—
A black sedan lunged into my lane, its driver pushing through a yellow light. I slammed on the brakes. The wheels locked, screeching against the asphalt. Heart pounding, I pumped the brake pedal, trying
