Death was driving an emerald green Lexus. Driving fast, changing lanes without a thought, and chewing the biggest wad of gum Logan had ever seen.
I don’t deserve this. Yeah, I’ve done some bad stuff in my life, but no one should go like this.
“God Damn!” Logan hung to the handhold over his head. He was sure that last turn was on only two wheels.
“Ah, ah. You know that you shouldn’t swear, it shows a lack of intelligence.”
And now death was mocking him. My god, I never thought I’d be glad to see the mall.
Rogue flashed a smile as she parked. “Told ya I could get here in under ten minutes.”
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