It had to be.
No one else drove with that particular combination of confidence, malice and theatrical timing.
Indeed, somewhere ahead in the dark, Maddie's car had swallowed the road with its lights disappearing and reappearing like the blink of a predator.
Her taillights did not merely glow; they mocked him.
It was glaringly clear that the chaos demoness could fold both him and Brian in racing if given a good car and the right mood, and judging by the fact that she had not already ended their self-respect out of mercy, she was probably enjoying the chase.
And sitting beside her, of all people, was Cassiopeia.
Cassiopeia had chosen to ride Maddie over him.
Phei clicked his tongue.
"Traitor," he murmured, though the corner of his mouth still lifted. "Ah~ it would have been good with her here."
But Cassiopeia was not here. She was beside Maddie, likely quiet, serene, perfectly composed while Maddie turned expensive machinery into a weaponized love letter to chaos.
