#Chapter 232: A Knife to Your Throat

Ella “Devon?” My eyes widened as I took in the person who sat in front of me. I couldn’t believe it; Jet, the car racing rival who also happened to be Marina’s hitman, was… the man who I had begun to see as a friend? “This can’t be real,” I said softly as I pulled away. “All along…” As I spoke, Devon took advantage of my slip-up and wrenched the steering wheel away from my grip once more. He whipped the car around, causing me to slam into the back seat again. I grunted in pain as my other shoulder now slammed into the car door, a searing pain taking over me. I must have hit my head, too, because the nausea returned—and with it, my wolf’s presence ebbed into the background, her strength fading once more. As the car began to pick up speed again, the sound of police sirens caught my attention. I struggled up to peer out the back window; blue and red lights flashed in the distance, like a saving grace in the dead of night. But I was too weak now to bang on the window or t