I’m not sure if everything is spinning because of my recent trip through the window, or from the wind aggressively punching me in the face. Either way, it’s gotta stop before it makes me black out again. Asking Quinn to slow down accomplishes nothing. Steadying myself against the door only brings the increasingly bad situation into clearer focus. Her appearance is scary, bordering on psychotic. She looks like an unflinching hawk fixated on its prey. Now, I’ve only been awake a few minutes, so I’m not totally caught up, but I’m pretty sure smashing into the city is not our best option.

I don’t want to use the word CRAZY, but.......

Physically prying her fingers from the wheel doesn’t work, either. They&rsqu...

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