On the other hand, Xing Yu ran.
He didn't know where to search, but he knew the lost prince was close.
He could feel it ...….. a deep pull in his gut.
The piercing pain he'd felt minutes ago had dulled, but it still lingered.
He jumped into his car, hands trembling slightly as he gripped the wheel. The skies above were tainted with alien ships drifting like parasites, but he had no time to waste thinking of those vermin.
Not now.
His mate — his person — was hurt. Somewhere. All alone.
Xing Yu drove like a madman, every turn sharper than the last, tires skidding across the concrete, heart pounding like war drums.
His eyes flicked desperately across roads and buildings until a curve in the highway opened to a familiar path. A road lined with wilted trees and old streetlamps.
The road to the Wang mansion.
He did not know why bit something was telling him to go that way…
His chest squeezed painfully.
