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 lik