"Stay safe." Jessica's voice continuously echoed in his head.
Davis' fists clenched, his nails digging into his palms, his patience slipping faster than the seconds. His usually composed self was nowhere to be found, he was frustrated beyond recourse.
His gaze boring into Ethan, whose hand gripped the wheel so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.
"Ethan, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Davis' voice was low but menacing. "Do you have any idea how dangerous it is for her out there alone?"
Ethan swallowed hard but didn't slow down. "Sir, I understood very well but she had a clear instructions she ordered me to—"
"To hell with her orders!" Davis snapped, slamming his fist on the door. "If anything happens to her, Ethan—" His voice, fear evident.
He felt his whole body drowning in regret and self blame.
