Chapter 120: Half Eaten Skeletons

The three of us sprinted through the quiet street. The world blurred past—lamp posts, fences, broken sidewalks—all melting into one long stretch of desperate momentum.

And then we saw it.

Three blocks away, parked by the curb like something out of a billionaire’s fantasy: the car.

A sleek, obsidian-black Koenigsegg Jesko Absolut. Every inch of it shimmered like wet oil under the faint streetlights. Its curves were sharp, aggressive. The body—low and lethal—looked like it could slice through air itself. The headlights, narrow slits glowing faintly, gave it the face of something alive—something that wasn’t built to wait.

Raven slowed to a stop, breathless. Her eyes widened. “Are you… seeing this?” she muttered.

I didn’t answer. My pulse was loud in my ears. I stepped beside her, bent a little, and peered through the dark glass.

Damian was already inside.

Calm. Focused.

Waiting.

The interior glowed faintly blue, the dashboard unlike anything I’d ever seen—like a cockpit from a futuristic