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DAMIAN

I waste no time in peeling out of the parking lot and onto the highway, my tires screeching in protest.

Like a crazed man, I speed down the highway with the needle of the speedometer quivering over a hundred miles per hour.

Beside me, Zoran's face is set in a grim mask and although his eyes are fixed on the road ahead, I can see the ghost of fear playing around his features