Glass exploded across the back seat like razor-sharp confetti. I felt the sting on my arms, my neck, but the pain didn’t register. All I registered was Damien’s body curled around mine like a living shield, his bare chest pressed so tight against me I could feel every frantic beat of his heart.
“Marcus—floor it!” Damien roared, voice half-wolf, half-man.
The SUV lurched forward with a screech of tires that tore through the night. Bullets pinged off the reinforced bodywork. One shattered the side mirror in a spray of plastic and chrome. Priya screamed from the floor where she’d dropped, hands over her head, mascara streaking down her cheeks.
I twisted in Damien’s lap, trying to see behind us. Three black sedans were closing fast, headlights blinding in the rearview. Their windows were do
