Chapter 36

Syria’s POV

I don’t remember breathing.

The air outside the bar had gone from warm and buzzing to painfully still. People turned their heads, spilling out from the entrance like water breaking from a dam. It was a ripple of chaos, and right in the center of it was the car, smoke curling from the front bumper like a dragon exhaling.

My heart dropped into my stomach.

He actually did it.

It took a second for my brain to catch up. The weight of what I had dared him to do settled on my shoulders like a sudden downpour. My limbs were too light and too heavy at the same time. Everything blurred at the edges.

I should have run. I should have screamed. But I just stood there, unable to look away.

“Syria!” a voice hissed from behind me. A familiar hand tugged at my wrist.

I blinked, turning.

Violet.

She had followed me out, heels clicking rapidly behind her. Her eyes were wide, the sharp light from the bar flashing across her cheekbones as she stared at the wreckage.

“What the hell just happene