Cross’ POVPain. It was the first thing I registered as I slowly regained consciousness. My body ached, my head was throbbing, and something warm and sticky trickled down my forehead. Blood. Shit.I forced my eyes open, the blaring red and blue lights in the distance reminding me exactly where I was—on the run. The crash hadn’t killed me, but if I didn’t move now, I’d be done for. Sirens wailed, closing in fast. The police were coming. I could hear the faint voices of officers barking orders, their footsteps crunching against the debris. Move, Cross. Move! Gritting my teeth, I yanked my seatbelt free and shoved the mangled car door open. Every muscle in my body screamed as I dragged myself out, my leg nearly buckling beneath me. The impact had messed me up, but I wasn’t dying here—not tonight. I stumbled forward, barely able to steady myself. My vision blurred, but I forced my feet to move. A few yards ahead, I spotted a canal, its murky waters barely visible under the dim city
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