TIMOFEY
I fly around corners and speed through as many lights as I can. The thought of getting in an accident isn't nearly as terrifying as the thought of losing Benjamin.
Piper must feel the same. She isn't complaining at all that she's wedged in the backseat with Benjamin and his car seat. Her claustrophobia should have her clawing at the windows, but when I glance in the rearview mirror, all of her attention is on the boy.
Even in the dark, I can tell her eyes are glassy with unshed tears. "His eyes are starting to close. I don't know if he's sleeping or—"
"We're almost there," I interrupt. "Two more minutes."
She pokes at him, whispering sweet assurances in his ears to keep him awake.
The moment Piper called, I knew I had to be the one to get them to the hospital. An ambulance would take too long. And if something happened to him on the ride, I'd have no choice but to kill the EMTs in retaliation.
